Freedom

Freedom

All she anticipated was for freedom

She sat in the corner, crying 

Tears rolling down her cheek, 

Leaving a temporary stain

The corner that everybody ignores

Leaving her in pain

She hates being a girl

She wants to be free

She wants to enjoy life

And not to be someone's wife


Little does she know

That she has the freedom 

The freedom that lives in her

In the form of fire 

Dazzling, bright and fierce


How will she know it though??

All she's heard is fairytales of a queen 

A queen who is nothing without her prince charming

A princess who needed seven men to help her

A common girl who needed a man 

to come pick her up from the dusty cinders


Everybody tells her,

That her life is written in the four corners of her house

But what about her freedom?

What about her happiness?

What about making time for herself?

What about her?


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