Understanding Freedom as I Grew Up-a Poem.

I was once a bird who

wanted to fly away

far away

from this horrible land

of dead

To be free.

But now I am blinded in here

caged up in this locker

Far far away from home.

I need to travel a long way

to be a fine little girl and free.

~MriM

(I wrote this when I was 14yrs old)