Waiting For FreedomA Story by AyeooStephThey walked past me Throwing dirt on me Like some kind of trash can 'Cause to them, I'm nothing I never got to dance Never got to go to prom They never gave me the chance To be alone, visioning about where I came from I try my best to stay good But they still beat me, saying I'm no good I wish I could run away Be far from them for the rest of my days I'm tired of being locked in a cage Can't see anything, i don't feel safe I'm tired of them knocking me down Making me sleep on the ground There's a man I idolized Seeing him, I became paralyzed We never got to kiss Never felt love's bliss They abuse me everyday Use me in any way I never got to brush my hair Stand on a big rock, feeling the air They look colorful with all that make up on their face Smiling... Giving each other warm embrace I'm watching, but couldn't clasp my hands Felt like I was in a wheelchair, I don't understand I'm weak, but I don't show my fears I don't want them to hear my cries I stay hidden to wipe the tears Falling down from my eyes They ran me into the ground But what comes around, goes around So I'll stay strong till I get complete freedom I just can't wait for that day to come.
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Added on October 29, 2012Last Updated on January 12, 2016 AuthorAyeooStephBrooklyn, NYAboutMy Name Is Stephanie. I Love To Express My Feelings Through My Writings, And Let Others Know My Perspective About Things. I Can Be Funny, I Love Talking To Others, And Share My Opinions. Add Me If You.. more..Writing
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