Freedom
As the days pass and the moments are taken
My inner thoughts awaken.
For years I have delt with anthing thrown at me
But now I know how to really see
All my worth
and how to bring my self confidence forth.
I haven't always been able to put my thoughts in to words
However now that I've started I won't stop.
They won't always ryhme
Because I dont't have the time,
And frankly I don't care
To write in pairs.
I may have been silent
To avoid moivng out and paying rent
Before I turned eighteen
Listening to my mom like she was queen.
My time is now and I can't and won't stop untill I know who I am.
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