The Promise of Freedom

You told me I was free,

Free to be whoever I want to be.

Free to fly,

Free to succeed,

Free to reach for the sky,

Free to love


Freedom is what You promised,

A glass ceiling is what You delivered,                                              

America, “land of the free” is really,

America, land of empty promises,

Because though some are free, others remain





Hate hides behind a progressive mask

Racism boasts behind a tempered man

Misogyny holds their hand


This poem is about: 
My country
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