Freedom fighter

Am I free or am I a slave?
I've been taught to be fearless and  brave
Did their words emancipate me or make me a slave
If I stand up for myself,  I dig my own grave
But if I follow their ways  I'm not a slave
Free expression  is all that I crave
But freedom is fully achieved in the grave

I crave the freedom that is beyond chains
That can't be felt by economic gains
Freedom of the mind and all its pains
That washes the past and all its stains
Like freedom of the skies when it rains

Blesser blessing blessed

She is a girl born with no father
So she found one in her significant other
Old enough to date her mother
His son old enough to be her brother
Protection?  " no dear why bother

Now she single and has aids
She wasn't taught that affection fades
Tears are falling and so are her grades

Her life isn't over because of the sickness
She must go on,  no struggle is painless
The world will teach her to reach for greatness
For it still belongs to the young and restless

The homeless man

The sun bids it's farewell and I look around me
It's cold,  lonely and shadows surround me
The only warmth is the blood that runs in me
My only comfort are the rags I call clothes
The same clothes I will call blankets
The same blankets you call rags when you pass me
The world is heavy for I carry it on my shoulder
And every day it makes me feel a little older
The moon shines at my misfortune
But the sun will rise and that's my little fortune
And then I will smile for my pain is temporary