“Faces of Freedom” – A Poem

waking up angry from a dream I didn’t choose,

remembering your words,

my brain conjuring a noxious draft of your thoughts.

I wish that I could claim sadness,

as this would be much easier

for my heart to handle.

I wish that I could claim remorse,

but my only crime was speaking up

for myself and for the downtrodden.

I wish that I could claim injustice

but who am I to do so?

anyone has the right to disown anyone,

no matter their history,

that is one of the many evolving

face of freedom.

so you disown me,

and i will work for the remainder of my days

to disown the pain.

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