#freedompoetry

“What is it like to be free? Is it just being who I want to be? To not worry about people judging me And do what I like for the world to see

It's the soul inside of me Trying to escape and be free Free from what the world expects us to be Free from the pressure being put on me

I hope everyone finally becomes free From the shackles of the society; From a close-minded mentality Free to accept who you are and your personality To finally show signs of empathy and humanity And that’s what freedom means to me”

Keep on bullying myself What if, could I have Missteps: Allah Catastrophe: man The victim is she I, woman Who will start therapy next week Her pussy wet, heart is dry She’s getting used to a messy apartment Wishes to watch movie with lover Enjoys it 10x more with sister

I stopped dreaming in Farsi; so Zia recites it on shuffle — My Spotify is crazier than yours Disco Rani’s doing her make up No Lady Gaga knock-offs, only Fuck me pumps drag show,

24 anos presa

Presa em mentiras

Talvez eu esteja enganada

Não são 24 anos presa em mentiras

24 anos de lutas internas e lutas externas

Não quero mais ser comparada

Não quero mais ser estudada

Eu fiz 24 e ainda me sinto presa

Eu sou uma forte lutadora

Eles tentaram me foder de todas as formas

A meia noite e as lagrimas decidem cair

Não me compare

Não me diga o que fazer

Uma bela mutação

Uma bela canção

Nada se compara a mim

Nada se compara a você

Eu não sou o que você deseja

Try and take away my choice to choose. Rob me of my liberty. Chain me to your paradigm.