Where my Freedom Grows

well, it starts when I wriggle
my toes and breathe through
my nose

Freedom grows when I pick the
food I eat and share it with
someone sweet.

My Freedom grows when I say no
when I choose to put down
weight that doesn't
belong to me

My freedom grows when I choose my lover
They shower me with blessings
I dash petals at their feet

My freedom grows when I
choose to create the worlds I see

My freedom grows when
I carve this body to be
my own

My freedom grew when
my lover came for me
Bright, fresh, and strong
my mighty tree

My freedom grows in
times of struggle, in times
of need, I help those close to me

My freedom grows when
I share my burden
When I answer the call
they gave me

My freedom grows because
I know there is
more love for me

My freedom grows, my freedom
grows

I wrote this poem in mid-October, days before my 26th Birthday.

I’m still learning about and tending to the freedom I have.

Ije Oma

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