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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