I am a woman
held back by meaningless contradictions of a term,
a difinition
of what I am 'supposed' to be.
I want to be
Free with words
Flowing like a river
Sweetly down upon virgin ears
piercing their eardrums,
ratteling their brains,
Ridding their soul
Like a midnight train,
to the middle of nowhere
Being lost can be the best journey of all
Finding an outlet in a world of sorrow
is the best gift of all
Hannah Owens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-327/
