Emancipation

I grew up in my mind.
It was where I was safe.
It was where I was free.
Not bound by the burden
of multiple Mothers.
Not bound by the burden
of stray bullets.
Not bound by the burden
of being myself.

In my mind,
I am a king.
A queen.
A jester.
A thorned rose.

Yet,
in my heart,
i am picturesque,
free of norms,
a dream,
aforethought,
a thornless rose,
in my heart,
i am infinite,

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