Freedom

People yearned for freedom when they were working the fields and marching in the streets.
Eager to go to bed each night, their dreams the only place they could imagine such a feeling,
They suffered and fought for the rights of people they would never meet.
I am thankful for my freedom, made from their blood, sweat, and tears.
My most precious possession, a basic civil right, an heirloom I will protect and that future generations will inherit.

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