Freedom
I can’t say goodbye.
But I know you guys like words,
such sweet naive birds.
I’ll throw a basket
in the air, let your wings fly,
just to get away
from
me.
Why do birds hate me?
What did I do wrong this time?
Why do they hate me?
Freedom bells ring softly
as the birds tweet a shallow
goodbye, the sound fake
and
m
e
a
n
i
n
g
l
e
s
s.
well, to anyone
but a woman like myself.
so goodbye my birds.
i guess you’re free.
i’ll miss you forever.
…was
f
r
e
e
d
o
m
worth it…?
was freedom worth
tearing me apart?
if so, I might try it.