freedom:
the sound of fire cracking at night,
fireworks dissolving into the air,
marshmallows roasting at the pit.
freedom:
the right to speak, the right to hear,
the right to make s'mores and smile.
rights to all.
rights to all except us.
the right to my body is now in your hands.
my health—my own—is among your mind.
my rights are no longer so,
for you have them tucked under your fingers,
dragged them across your face,
and called it a smile.
calling it fair. calling it right.
calling it freedom.
freedom:
we have lost the right to our own bodies.
- gianna marie.
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cacophony | a poetry book
Şiir[𝐧] 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. example: poetry is a 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 that plays perpetually inside the mind. awards & recognition: - 🥇The PageTurners Awards (Poetry) - 🥈The Hearts Awards (Poetry) - 🥈...
