A Talk About Freedom

 I remember sitting on that hillside field,

My eyes filled with tears. 

I could see the vehicles passing on high speed. 

The thoughts of being free and being grown engulfed me.

I hated it there, I was a prisoner.

Oh the young shall grow, I groaned but for how long?

How long shall l sit here and watch free people?

How long shall I sit here and get fed bad beans?

How long shall I have the courage to say no more?

I just needed to wait.

And I did.

And look at me now.

I’m grown and free.

But freedom isn’t still free.

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