Our Real Freedom

Basically, this is a poem, that I am turning into a short song that I had to make for creative writing. We all had to make a character, so it is telling about the character of what she had to go through. Since it is a fantasy nonfiction story, so she instead started the war of 1812. The last stanza is talking about a kaleidoscope.

Real Freedom

I unravel my fingers

But I can’t feel anymore

I can’t feel of touch

Because of this I am at war

 

Fingers are cut

Wincing from pain

The glass broke apart

My skin of red stain

 

What habit has this become?

To alter the enemy

To betray my side

Just to hold a legacy

 

Colors travel though the scope

Abstract raises its spectrum

Revealing what I’d never seen

And creates our real freedom

The End

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