Mother Dearest

July 27, 2011
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You’re constricting my throat.

It’s already hard enough to evoke,

All these feelings of dismantled hope,

Without you taking the rope,

Of authority and tying me up.

Enough is enough.

Your voice it’s piercing

And stinging as venom.

Freedom is my only plea.

Freedom from what?

Freedom to be me.

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