Makayla Straight

Rookie - 40 Points (I was Born in Tuscon Then I moved to Phoenix)

My Sweet Dream Of Freedom - Poem by Makayla Straight

Last night was so heavenly peaceful
Felt like I could fly
Soaring higher and higher
No slave chains holding me down
I don't want to wake up
Don't wake me up
I don't want this to come to an end
The light breeze comb through my hair
The light is so bright and beautiful
Smell the freah air
The smell of freedom
I spot something
Running toward it
Its the gates of freedom
I run faster and faster
Getting closer and closer
Finally I am there
As I reach to open the gates
It disappears
And I wake up
In my hell life
Chained up again
Nothing has changed at all
And it never will


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2010



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