Like a bird
That is flying aimlessly in the sky
Taken left and right and centre by the wind
Occasionally, on the action of its wings, maybe
I want to be free
From guilt
And shame
And all these standards those were deemed by somebody rich and white most probably, as the right ones to follow
The “jail” that exists in my mind and is seen in my actions
I want to be free
From poverty and toxicity
And darkness, disease and bad health
And insecurity….not knowing if I will wake up and get to live through tomorrow
Free from hunger
I want to be free
Free from the rules that I was taught to follow
Free from following the rules themselves
Free from having my future clearly defined for me
Free from slavery and captivity
Free to breathe in and out without looking over my shoulder
I want to be free
I want to be free from it all
Life, death, all the unknowns
My realities and those of other people
It can be too much to bear at times
I want to be free
From holding myself back from saying what is on my heart
From my paycheck and what it means
From my place of work
And what my family name stood for or stands for
I want to be free
So that I can do whatever I want
Be whoever I want to be
Live my life exactly the way I want to live it
Deciding for myself who is worthy of my time and not
To be an adult
To be a child
To be an elder
I want to be free
From what is sweet and sour
From what I don’t know but would love to know
From times that don’t last a lifetime in my heart and memory
Most of all,
I want to be free from whatever I have learned in my life that I feel is not taking me where I need to be