I feel unworthy of enjoying the caress of the sun,
I feel sinful with every breath of fresh air I inhale,
I look strange with no black eye, cuts and bruises,
I feel naked with no chains around my body.
Freedom, I feel uneasy with you.
Freedom, I feel like I don’t deserve you.
Freedom, I feel like you’ll be stolen from me.
Freedom, I don’t know how to be with you.
So I yank myself away from you,
And escape back into my cage.
I sit on the concrete floor,
And wait patiently for the familiar fist and unkind word.
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