When I spoke the Truth it was a lie.
When I lied you believed me.
Why is that the case ?
Why cant you see the really me?
Why do I feel like I am in a glass case?
Screaming to be heard.........
When will the glass crack?
When will all of the restraints of life be gone and released?
Why do we love someone who controls every waking moment,
DREAMS?
Being with you, is to lose my dreams.
I fought many battles to be myself,
I cant sacrifice the ultimate prize,
the prize of being FREE
My spirit deserves to be free,
To be accepted for who I am,
For life is to short to settle.
For settling is for those who are afraid to live!
I have fought battles with strangers,
FAMILY AND FRIENDS
To be with you,
The sacrifice though shouldn't include losing myself,
as an entity, as a woman, as a scholar.
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