Freedom Is Ours And Ours Is Freedom
By: Lourdes Marmol
Freedom,
It’s the feeling of being on top of the world.
Freedom,
It’s the adrenaline that courses through our veins viciously.
Freedom,
It’s the air we inhale and the carbon dioxide we exhale.
Freedom,
It’s the escape of all past pain that creeps up at nightfall.
Freedom,
It’s the top button on the president’s suit.
Freedom,
It’s the way each syllable leaves our lips.
Freedom,
It’s everything we believe in.
Freedom,
It’s the intoxicating smell we adore and associate with home.
Freedom,
It’s the place we think of when nothing is going right.
Freedom,
It’s the choices and decisions we make in life.
Freedom,
It’s the way we react to situations.
Freedom,
It’s the solution we were yearning for all week.
Freedom.
It’s everything that past generations fought for.
Freedom,
It’s inside us all whether we are given it or if we have to rebel for the chance.
Freedom,
It’s America, the land of the free.
Freedom,
It’s the shoe of our great, great, great, great grandfather.
Freedom,
It’s our education that we learn from our teacher’s lectures.
Freedom,
It’s our vegetables that we leave on the corner of the plate.
Freedom,
It’s the ice cream we used to beg and plead on our knees and bat our eyelashes at our parents for.
Freedom,
It’s the lengths we are willing to go to get what we want.
Freedom,
It’s the smile on our children’s faces when they see a puppy.
Freedom,
It’s the love of our lives standing next to us saying “I do.”
Freedom,
It’s our night we dressed up for in senior year.
Freedom,
It’s the person our daughter met at the mall.
Freedom,
It’s the one that got away and named your first born after.
Freedom,
It’s the one that brought us chocolate and protested their un-denying love for us in the cheesiest way possible on Valentines Day.
Freedom,
It’s the milk mustache that our two-year old son is rocking.
Freedom,
It’s the relief after the words “I love you” are said
Freedom,
It’s the smiles with missing teeth around the dinner table.
Freedom,
It’s all the memories yet to come.
Freedom,
It’s us citizens of the United States of America.
freedom poem that wa assigned in my worl history class hope you enjoy
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The Outsiders Imagines
Teen FictionOkay so this read is a bunch of different imagines about the outsiders. please leave feed back!!
