I ask myself I’m I truly free? I’m I truly living in my divine destiny?  I’m I just enslaved in a rigorous routine? The way I live is it just your norm of a sadden reality? Am I really living inside a box? In a perpetual scope of this human existence called life, in a world of existing and being programmed by everyday mundane thoughts. Am I truly free to be me, without the fear of others not accepting me? Can I let people know truly my viewpoint and stance, or am I just living to please man? I ask myself time and time again who are you really, do you even know? Are the thoughts you think one of your own? Free, freedom, freed is a place so desirable for me. Where I live by my own beat and dance to my own drums. I like stripes and polka dots, but you like symmetric patterns and it’s ok by me. Yet my likes seems to be offensive to you, do I then conform to your norm? Freed from guilt, freed from shame, is it just me or are we all seeking the same thing? Take me out of this status quo and let me live my purpose by my own means. Take me out your box and let me be free. Free to love on my own terms. Free to live in my own way. Free to voice my inner self freely without a smug face. Freedom to just be me and the freedom to just do you is not that the great pursuit. Give me my life and liberties, so I can fly and just be freed.
-Latressa Isaac, Author of Memoirs Of An Alley Cat
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