poetry

Enslaved Freedom

Free I am told

To love or hate

If I be bold

But I hesitate

 

Hiding in a hole

I seek fresh air

Before I am old

If I so dare

 

Woman is freedom

Woman is slavery

Both become one

Dueling voracity

 

Does king rule

Or is it queen

Become the fool

Submission unseen

 

O happy slave

Free to love

Do engage

Do succumb

 

She worth all

Give your life

For her to fall

A rising tide

 

Go to her

Pledge your soul

Speak until heard

Watch her unfold

 

Admire her beauty

Swim in her spirit

Combine in unity

Be lost within it

 

Happiness will come

True love will be

Both moon and sun

Lesser than she

 

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