Is this the point where we give up?
Is this the point where we give in?
Is this the point where we turn ourselves in?
Or is this the time to ask questions?
Or is this the time to seek answers?
Is this the time to throw it all in?
When enough is enough that's when you know that you're halfway there,
That's when you know that you're halfway there,
This is the point where we stand up,
This is the point where we take back the things that are keeping us from being free,
This is the point where our voices are heard,
This is the point where our kind is neglected no more,
When enough is enough that's when you know you're halfway there,
Your voice, the airwaves sent, you prayed my life would end,
The wasted time I spent ashamed I called you friend,
You said you didn't intend,
Still, you did it and then,
And then took it away,
Looking back it might have been okay,
But you didn't give me,
You didn't give me one reason,
I needed a reason,
Enough is enough,
I might be fully there.
YOU ARE READING
Freedom Of Thought.
PoetryIf my thoughts were a pen and my hands were the canvas, even I would not fully get the sense of it.
