Die trying*
Poem by: iloveuall
I could live a slave,
but what kind of life is that?
Tied and chained. Restricted.
No voice to be heard,
long ago beaten out.
I could live on my knees,
crawling and begging,
but where’s the point in that,
if I can die standing,
happy and joyful, being me.
Not restricted, being me.
I’ll rather die on my feet,
making a stand,
I’ll rather die trying, than live crying.
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Die trying*
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