Freedom Is A State Of Mind
Freedom is a state of mind that I've learned to conquer
Through determination, motivation and dedication
I used to let society’s wicked tongue
Destroy my resilient figure
I spent hours in front of the mirror changing
What wasn’t mine to change
A tangled mess, I fed my pool of insecurities
thick lips of lies painted lollipop red
I was obsessed.
The chains of self-loathing wrapped around my body
Eating away at my inner soul
I was oppressed.
It wasn’t until I freed myself from these deadly chains of craving perfection,
That I realized I couldn’t let people smother my flame
From starvation to Education
I embodied this new mentality;
real freedom is understanding my complex design
Loving my imperfections, and feeding my thirst for knowledge
No longer a prisoner of my own body,
I shed the vestiges of enslavement
And embraced my inner beauty
Because I realized freedom is nothing more
than a state of mind
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