To Be Free

Period.

Not the kind present

at the end of a sentence,

not the kind that

boldly sends a message.

But the secret kind.

Present but discreet

hidden in the trees.

Like a red apple we can all see.

Got it in elementary.

Remember being like why me?

Wanted to run up that tree

And throw the fruit into the sea.

Treated like a disease,

If we have it then don’t speak.

Like don’t we all bleed?

Then why am I not free?

Had to teach myself to be free.

Remember to not be discreet,

remember that we all bleed.

Its a normal part of me.

A normal part of we.

And if we were to be free

had to start with me

then so should it be.