From the moment
I was born
There were chains
Pinning me down
A future planned out
From amount of kids
To the career I would
Have
A faith that seemed
Wrong with my beliefs
As I grew older
And as time went on
The chains grew tighter
And I realized
It wasn't me
Nor what I wanted
But I locked it up
Where no one
Could tell
For I had spoken once
Twice, thrice
And fell
When they yelled
And told me
To get out of the
House
That I was not
Their daughter
Their blood
Nor anything else
And I learned
That freedom
Was happiness
That being able
To make your own
Choices
When you
Are theist
When you
Are demisexual
And demiromantic
When you want to
Become an author
And a pediatrician
And they scorn you
For wanting to write
And say that you'll
Never make it
Never survive
And I realize
To myself
What I want
Most
In life
Is not
Riches
Nor beauty
But freedom
The freedom
To be me.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
