A Prisoner Of Freedom

I believed I was free,
Then I learned of norms,
Of perceptions about me.

Traditions held me back,
Where my spirits soared,
Turning my soul so black.

Love came with shackles,
An inheritance of beliefs,
Trapped in social tentacles.

They told me I was free,
Those bigoted rulers of yore,
Today I choose to disagree.

Now, censorship leads the way,
Intolerance supersedes love,
Are we truly liberated today?

For freedom is not a choice,
Freedom cannot be selective,
Freedom must have a voice.

Freedom is equality for all,
Freedom means no prejudice,
Freedom knows no protocol.

I am this freedom’s prisoner,
A freedom defined by zealots,
Change is the only answer.

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Lakshmy Menon Chatterjee

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I am a writer by profession. In 2014, I decided to rekindle my desire to write poetry. And I also published my first book of poetry in October 2014, called "The Fourth Monkey: Poetry With A Purpose." I continue to write poetry whenever time permits. Meanwhile I am also working on my first collection of short stories.
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jackson_daigle
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this is really great!

Savi Mani
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wow a wonderful poem….so beautifully written…..so true loved the lines …freedom is not a choice…..freedom must have a voice…..amazing ….very nice…….

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