My Sweet Dream Of Freedom
Last night was so heavenly peaceful
Felt like I could fly
Soaring higher and higher
No slave chains holding me down
I don't want to wake up
Don't wake me up
I don't want this to come to an end
The light breeze comb through my hair
The light is so bright and beautiful
Smell the freah air
The smell of freedom
I spot something
Running toward it
Its the gates of freedom
I run faster and faster
Getting closer and closer
Finally I am there
As I reach to open the gates
It disappears
And I wake up
In my hell life
Chained up again
Nothing has changed at all
And it never will
poem by Makayla Straight
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