Looking for Freedom
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Poem
Where is it that I’ll find my place?
It isn’t here, in front of your face
Which I’ve tried to please with effortless grace
And the kind of care that you can’t replace
I love you but I have some limits
I can’t bend over backwards every moment you wish it
Every moment I see your mood change to sorrow,
I see you look past me, right into tomorrow.
Where is it that I’ll finally feel free
And stop trying to see what you want me to be
And start being me without pre-set decrees
Of what you or I expect from this body
And mind, this heart that pines
For something without shame or doubt
And something within that’s the same as without?
more by A. M. LAINE
photograph by Redd Angelo
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