free

I am the broken and the damned. Those who hang their heads low and never high.

I am the unspoken tales of lost souls that scatter freely. Feeling ashamed of who I am.

Theirs people of my kind who feel as though they're weak, but just like those lost souls 

we are free. Free to voice our opinions instead of backing down. Free to be ourselves and everything we can be.

I am one of the many who had lost them-selves. I am one of the many who gladly found themsleves.

I am finally free... 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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