O Freedom Poem by Jerry Paul

O freedom; how come you so difficult you get to get. I imagined you most of been very beautiful because for past 219 year all I see was you running away from me, meanwhile I'm out breathe, I'm dying and no one will come.
O freedom; how come you and I never met?
Last night was an amazing night, but there were many faces that hurt what you stand for. o freedom, when will I be safe and free.
Time will past, faces will change, pain and suffering with will be. O freedom just give me chance that I might make you proud of me.