Posted in Freedom, Justice, Poetry

Freedom

If you want to measure your freedom

Take a walk outside your door

If you make it to the corner

then rejoice because you are free

If you want to measure your freedom

Take a walk outside your door

If you don’t get shot down by a policeman

then rejoice because you are free

If you want to measure your freedom

Take a walk outside your door

If you don’t get abused for no reason

then rejoice because you are free

if you want to measure your freedom

take a walk outside your door

if you can make it to the shops for a pint of milk and bread

then rejoice because you are free

if you want to measure your freedom

take a walk outside your door

if your hijab is your modesty

then rejoice because you are free

If you want to measure your freedom

take a walk outside your door

if you can hug a brother of a different religion

then rejoice because you are free

if you want to measure your freedom

take a walk back home to your door

if your blessed with a wife and kids then treat em

then praise Allah because you have family

If you want to measure your freedom

Take a moment to collect your thoughts

Because your mind is always free to venture

So don’t feel trapped by the system take your liberties

But

Sometimes freedoms hard to remember

When your victimised by harsh words everyday

Imperative tones and stones are thrown your way

they block the pave

they attack your mind daily

they congregate at the forefront of your mind

and your treated like that of the slaves

with a master and a price

that is all your worth

Freedom is a choice but that choice can be taken

Freedom is a voice but your voice needs a platform

Freedom is in you but sometimes you are controlled

and freedom is action and action takes drive

-a.K.a-

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Author:

Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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