All I Really Want to Be in Life is Free

As an orphan she has destiny just like you

To survive would be a blessing

Cause anything around her surely seems to die.

Society places standards with the pressure to look impressive with heels on, but she is headed in another dimension dire straights of healing from how she sees herself as victim, you could've told her it wasn't her fault cause now she tries to compensate by giving them what they want.

Mother says love yourself, Daddy says love your body cause it's yours not some incompetent man that I try my hardest to give away in useless marriage,

Dollars, hours spent perfecting pictures with millions of filters upping the bridge, the cost of bride price when the body needs a healing head on.

So go on, move on survivor I'm telling you now it was never your fault

Women are somehow supposed to be subservient to men. That's what they say, but they refuse to admit, administering self hatred as a subliminal message in society, advertisements as means to make you feel weak, without a voice, more than the flu, more than a virus, you have no aids, but a way to feel displaced like a refugee, a menace in society, moving into the realm of demons, another world, another galaxy, move off into the hell on earth, diminishing, reducing human beings as less than worthy, but I, YOU and ME we are all worthy. We don't need validation from a man, or from anyone, your head is not in the clouds, but the feet are firmly planted in the ground, solidly in among protests with picket stands to stand up and to RISE, for our rights to be free. To be free and sometimes that means being alone. Freedom to think and to be yourself. Many don't understand that people like us don't feed off too many vibes, but sometimes I want to be alone

Sometimes I just want to be alone

I long for the quietness that is the eve of night

The long walks help me reach within and pull my heart out of my chest when I just can’t

I feel like I can

Everyone in the world right now is just different

I feel myself

I simply loathe going home

My home is not here

when Oates said, where is home,

answer it’s not here it where ever your friends are

that ungodly place

that victimizing space

home is not here where ever you go

tried and true inhabitants is marked by alienation

good riddance familiarity,  apple pie, hot chocolate, warm,cozy,creatures

Cuddling is the main line connection

Would you cuddle with her?

Nah I don’t  know her like that

Will you stay the night?

You’re not walking all the way back to your dorm room?

 What about cuddling with me?

I just want to be free and all I really wish for love and a longing to free in your arms, in nature, in love with myself, and you I am free