Freedom

Object of betrayal within my tightened fist
squirm and writhe, encircling my stony wrist.
Once I hold you, I shall never let go...
The ways in which I'll use you, only I may know.
Stretch you out and wrap myself within
this new shroud of politically labelled skin...
I wear you well and shall never overlook
this priviledge that I must have mistook
as a right, as a intricle part of ME...
This thing called FREEDOM..
Can be taken so permanently.
I always believed it was mine from birth,
but, now I know... it is not of this Earth.
One is not born with it... we are not free!
Freedom is a priviledge crafted by society.
This is the lesson I have come to know.
Beaten and tatooed by it.. by them.. by all... does it show?