My HandsA Poem by Freedom's Child
Ugly are the knuckles from your so called freedom
Stained in blood from living my life Scarred from mistakes, surfboards, and your hypocrisy Bent and broken a shipwrecked vessel © 2012 Freedom's ChildReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 2, 2012 Last Updated on August 2, 2012 AuthorFreedom's ChildCharlotte, NCAboutI love the water, sailing, and dreaming of a better tomorrow. After living on a sailboat for 18 years, I moved in land and I continue to fight for the environment and those that cannot fight for thems.. more..Writing
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