July 12, 2019
freedom has a name // poem
Deer standing by train tracksSource: Deer on the Train Tracks | Penelope Peru Photography p3
freedom has a name,
just as the fear of never leaving here had grown cyclical,
before one decade could close in on two,
at 17, i found myself feeling renewed,
freedom has a nickname,
it’s “public transportation,”
and at 18 i found myself traveling to even further locations,
but it wasn’t enough,
see, freedom isn’t free,
such a luxury wouldn’t come without a fee,
blimey, it’s gross,
slimy, grubby, and uncouth,
but my god is it the truth.
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