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We sign up on the trip since our birth.
Sometimes we receive a wrong ticket,
that forces us to pretend what we are not,
to feel what we do not feel,
to say what we do not mean,
to accommodate ourselves in appearances,
marginalized by the imposing force
of custom, of the established.
We march through life
with a heap of frustrations.
We get used to the burden.
We submit ourselves, we get frustrated,
and suddenly, on a beautiful aurora,
we open the door to rebellion,
we convince ourselves of who we are,
we become aware that we are free,
cause we are daughters of Liberty,
then we will start to walk the pad
that will take us to our destination.
We are unique creatures, with the right to bliss.
Hi Gisela, as we had talked about It’s my feeling also. Sometimes I think that I’m living in dream and I’ll wake up as Laura 😢😢😍😘
Lovely poem, Gisela, thank you – you have a gift!
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