Freedom Poem by Jamal Brown

By our words, we say that we are free, but
this is not the case in reality. Every
human has a secret, 'A skeleton in the
closet' as some would say. No matter how
honest and open we may be, we still carry
things to our graves. For some, it may be
their true identity. For others, their heart's
desire. For some, it's their sexuality. Some
die without knowing who they are. Real
freedom comes when our biggest fears and
secrets become known to the world, and
we are satisfied, even happy. A boulder
will be lifted of of our shoulders, and
we feel like the world is ours for the
taking. This is what it means to be
free. We may not be in physical chains,
but as long as we are afraid to
express ourselves, it's all the same.