My Spirit


My spirit appears trapped.
My wings want to spread,
Like a butterfly before it's released.
I want to fly free.
Be free.
Let me be free.
Let me be myself.
Let me be.

I don't like control.
I don't like oppressions,
Anger,
Confusion,
Hatred,
even regret.

I want to be free.
My soul needs it.
My spirit.....


Writen By: Gloria M. Matthews

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