Writer’s Corner

By TYESHA VINSON, Student Life Editor

What makes you think you can tell me when to be free?
You tied me up, locked me away, and hid me from the world
The cuffs of your love are constricting the flow of my very essence
You control me with your words and your ways

What makes you think you can take my freedom?
I am not some specimen you can keep under a microscope
I am not a collector’s item meant for eternal storage in a box
I am a person, a human being

I refuse to be weighed down with the burden of being your possession
No longer will I subject myself to slavery
I am capable of deciding for myself
I am a possibility and a promise

I am a person, a human being
I live, I breathe, I am free