Freedom, To Be Continued

The soul’s right to breathe-

but my lungs are constrained

by a strap they say

might save my life,

so I have to wear it

or else

I always share my writing;

even a stranger who sees

her love letters

through an x-ray

could become a fan-

albeit too personally

The debauchery of a 17 year old

craving a cigarette; even though

he can’t till next year

I often marched in, defiant,

bearded,

and bought a pack, or tried

For every teacher stripped defenseless;

forced to pit pleas

against ammunition,

whose words spoken

were then wasted; while the third party

slinked behind the scenes, again

Admiring the charitable,

Freedom of charity shouldn’t

be a luxury; it’s a liberty

How mistrusted must I be

to oblige their charities

or else