you cannot tell me
that we are free!
when you would take away
my thoughts, my desires,
take away my chance
to speak out, to stand up....
when you would take away
the words i write,
the songs i sing....
the very dreams i dream!
you cannot tell me
that we are free....
when i cant afford your freedom.
when by my choice
to be who i am
i am judged,
and found unworthy!
you cannot tell me
that we are free,
and expect me to follow
without questioning,
without doubting,
turning blind eyes
and deaf ears
to what's around me....
not going to happen!
because i am free!
you dont own me!
i will not be used!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. We are in a world where we are less and less free. But if some of us keep standing up to be counted, we can even it out a bit. A great write.