To Me (A Rhyme)

I’VE NEVER BEEN IMPRISONED.
NEVER KNOWN THAT KIND OF PAIN.
I’VE NEVER FACED REPRESSION;
NOR BEEN TREATED LIKE A STAIN.

I’VE NEVER HAD TO FIGHT
SO THAT MY VOICE ALONE WAS HEARD.
SO MANY OTHERS DID THAT FOR ME;
HAVE I NOTHING LEFT TO LEARN?

I’VE NEVER HAD TO HIDE MY SEX;
NEVER BEEN INSIDE THOSE CHAINS.
THE ONLY CELL I’VE BEEN IN
RESIDES SOLELY IN MY BRAIN.

THEN YOU ASK ME ABOUT FREEDOM
HOW CAN I TELL YOU WHAT THAT MEANS?
AS YOU’VE READ I’VE NEVER STRUGGLED
IT SEEMS A NORMAL THING TO ME.

I GUESS FOR ME THEN FREEDOM MEANS
A LIFE LIVED WITHOUT FEAR
NO CELLS, NO STAIN, MY CHOICES
NO WADING IN A POOL OF TEARS.

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