Freedom is complex
It is walking barefoot
When someone else
Is in your shoes
Freedom is complicated
It is finding a way to plant your flowers
When the garden
Is closed off
Freedom is strange
It is playing the saxophone
Loud in the streets
When your instrument is stolen
Freedom is scary
It is telling your mom
That you disagree
When her fist is
Hard and cold
Freedom is beautiful
It is painting in a closet
Because the streets
Are we and dark
Freedom is pure
Eating a slice of bread
Savoring every bite
Before you are caught
For being poor
Freedom is a wave
You never know how big it will get
And once it is there there might be sharks
But you made it to the sea
Caeli's Words 