a note on freedom.

Smooth.

     Sleek.

                              Pressed down.

               Stiff.

Don’t move.

                  Stagnant.

          Don’t budge.

Free but trapped.

Trapped but free.

Unbothered but bothered.

Not good enough

Yet just

right.

 

Clean and seen.

But Queen not so serene

But I mean,

Is it okay if my edges aren’t laid today?

 

Laid flat for the world to see

me

So pristine and keen

I can catch your eye for all the wrong and right reasons

But today

Let the border to my thoughts

Be a beauty you see as a mess

Wound and bent

Duress repent

Today there are no babies here

When you look above my evolving eyes

 

All that I am is

Untamed.

But hey,

No one ever said perfection was caged.

 

*a note on freedom

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