I walked the street to protest
That was me reaching out
to show you
how much I was struggling
to stay positive
when my rent is in arrears
the pantry is empty
You handed me a fine
for breaking the lockdown rule
that I can't afford to pay
I have been a good citizen
and a diligent tax payer
wanting no more than a simple life
Food on the table for my family
Education for my children
Work life balance is a luxury
that I have no demand
Freedom isn't something
that I take for granted
from where I came from
I knew oppression
I knew evil
Here, in the land
that is young and free
I didn't have much
But I had enough
I thought
It isn't enough
Now I know
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I absolutely love this piece and the message of fighting for our freedom…thank you for vulnerably sharing. Well done, Cassa 💚
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Very well written.
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I feel you!
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freedom aint free
woe is such misery
lmao
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We’re all three just bad elections away from a disaster!
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😞
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Wow, this is expertly crafted Cassa. Really wonderful poetry on a raw reality 👏
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Thank you Bree. It’s a time that I feel poetry is useful somehow, somewhat.
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Absolutely!
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Great post. People who take freedom for granted will ultimately lose it.
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Agree
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well don’t know what to say but pretty relatable ..💖🥰
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I am glad it is relatable. Stay well!
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Powerful piece! “Let freedom ring”, they say here.
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