Fighting | Teen Ink


January 14, 2010
By Zeena BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
Zeena BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
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Sitting in a prison cell
Whispering to myself
The drunk guards are yelling
What I would do to be free?
Was it a mistake what I did?
Watching so much blood fall hurt
More then my open wounds
So many people talk about freedom
How they would fight
But would they?
Once held to that
Many do not go back
It takes so much away
Money, love, freedom
Sometimes life
Rarely did it give back
While you gave everything
Sitting there I drop my hands
From the bars
I will just give in
I sigh resigned
Suddenly I hear men outside
How they would do so much for freedom
I am furious
Never, Never will I give up

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