Freedom Poem by Kaitlynn Willette

A bag blowing in the wind,
A bird flying high in the sky,
A bilding standing tall and mighty.
So what really is freedom?

Someone captured the bag and throws it away,
A bird is captured and put in a cage.
A building is orn down for new parking,
That is not freedom.

I wish i could blow around in the wind,
Or fly freely in the sky,
Or stand tall and mighty,
I want that freedom.

But I'm always getting thrown away,
Or being put away in a cage,
Or being orn down.
I have no freedom.