Struggling with Freedom

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Tunisia

Have you ever asked yourself "what does freedom mean to you ?"

Have you ever wondered "if anyone can really live freely?"

To be free means "stop doing that" for some girls and "never do that" for others

Sorry but that's our everyday reality 

It's like that dark cloud which will never come off 

It's like that plane which will never take off 

And it's at that moment that I just wanna make all my senses off 

Delete all the terms and all thses words and make them put off

It's at that moment no one notices my dark side and no one knows why am I all the time aside 

Either suffocating or sneezing, drowning oir bleeding, no one actrually cares

Freedom for girls and freedom for boys 

Oh Im sorry it's not the same and it's just insane

Freedom actually means the power or right to act, speak and think as one wants

But, in our society and when it comes to girls 

Everything changes even when in laws

Oh, I,m sorry is she compares

Help me, I'm sorry I know she dares

They ask me why are you akways mad, so sad maybe and never glad

I feel weak, yeah, I feel weak and everyone just wants to sneak

They tell me try seeing the good side of eveything 

But there's no good side in experiencing descrimination in anything

At school, they teach me that boys, girls we're all equal and we all have the same rights 

But actually on paper, everything seems to be equal but we don't really have the same nights 

They tell me, all my teachers tell me 

Freedom is to be able to express yourslef 

Take your own decisions, think the way you want and do whatever you want 

But living in this world makes me feel more and more underestimated every single day

I feel humiliated, put down and enslaved

Imagine yourself you maybe you or you

You've been working so hard on something 

Trying to reach your goals acheive your dreams 

But all you hear is:

"Are you really gonna do that ?", "no stop don't do it!", "hey! grils are not able to do these things"

Are you actually kidding me ?

HERE I GO OFFICIALLY DEAD.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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