Freedom
is hard earned bread
It
can’t be had
Without
suffering and pain
For
a free man
Pain
is the gentleman’s hat
And
the beautiful earrings
For
a free woman
Freedom
is the way of life
But
very unusual one
So
why would they like it!
They
made the walls thicker on me
They
shrank my prison cell
They
cut my infrequent meals
They
threaten me with torture
They
clipped my nails out of my fingers
They
force sleepless nights on me
But
all this could only make me stronger
Because
harder they try
Harder
I felt
How
dangerously free I’m
For
all of them!
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