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Free Spirit
Free Spirit

Did not find freedom in the places you showed me

Or redemption in the ideas you sold me

Your expectations that create clones

Moulded minds Dutiful drones

Forged in the image of false idols

Behind the lies we hide though

Diamonds and gold

Layered in dirt

Willing and unwillingly Partaking in this purge

Abstaining from life From truth and true expression

Afraid of our journey and direction

Afraid our voice will be heard

Afraid because its different

Afraid

Afraid to be different

Fighting for Freedom

Never more have I appreciated my time alone. In a collision so subtle almost non will notice the this silent explosion. Like the tree in the forest that has fallen, the calamity of the instance remains unheard and unseen from the witness of the chaos and devastation that remains. 
Accompanying my Gran to South Africa to visit her family has allowed me a clarity and reflection. Contrary itself this introspection occurred in such intense social expectation and situation. A trip taking us 1326km, thats 846miles over 6 days meeting countless numbers of relatives more than could be counted on the hands and toes of all the four passengers on this mammoth journey. What could have been a wonderful journey, with great company, exciting and delicious foods was lacking in time.
 
 
Patience was put to test in the run up of my trip to South Africa. Where two weeks before arriving I decided to sell up as many of my possessions, leave my flat and liberate myself from all the ties that I felt were a burden. Sat here in my Aunties flat must be 5am, I lost all track of time, I am angry and it seems so ungrateful to have such an opportunity. Analysing my anger and frustration revealed so much to me, things I did not know and things I am discovering.
 
 
Dealing with a move I only managed to complete a few days before arriving in South Africa and its implications. Inundated with people, names, food and miles I was restless, overwhelmed, exhausted, angry and restricted. The constant reiteration of the violence and threat of violence since arriving in South Africa coupled with everything else I was beginning to feel claustrophobic. I felt like an ostrich in a tiny budgie cage. Bars on the windows, bars on the doors, incessant mutterings of danger and mundane things. 
I need to breathe.
Longing for the luxury of freedoms I am used to. In this multi faceted prison /prism I was exposed to myself. The verocity in which I gulp as though dehydrated of a freedom I have had to fight hard to find. A freedom not of social construct but of mine and my creators making. A freedom I have had to battle every step of the way to attain. Against people I love and people I don't even know. Every step I take is a battle because people only understand people in a box
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