The Taken Breath Of Freedom Poem by Jessica Howard

The dance we all do in our little way makes us unique and rare, others follow and never will understand the true meaning off freedom.
Why should we run and make ourselves alone? Is because we not strong? Or not letting our weapons take place? Like the heart that's the key, the mind that's the map? And our emotions are like blood around the body.
You may cry and beg but remember who you are! Your story just begun don't waste it. The only person that can make your freedom is you.