Wensday Wood

Rookie (Silver Spring)

No Freedom Of Parental Limits - Poem by Wensday Wood

Freedom of expression
Freedom of art
Freedom of life
Freedom of speech

They come with their prices

Parental limits on love
Parental limits on styles
Parental limits on souls
Parental limits on thought

It leaves you crying

From strangling in
backfired justice
Tears gushing
Can't we leave the
labels and live?

Breezing by is happiness
Approaching is darkness

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 3, 2008



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