Collective Unrest

 

Freed

December 19, 2018

We like ourselves better grabbed by the throat,
so we are letting go of freedom

the same freedom that unsheathed
swords to keep our shores safe

the same freedom that ignited
two people power revolutions

the same freedom that people
now have gotten tired of

the same freedom we now say,
we have too much of

what an incredibly stupid notion
for us to have

the problem is not freedom
the problem is not democracy
the problem is us

because we don’t know what to do with freedom.

 

Vincelle Yasa is a heap of flesh and bones born and raised in the Orient. You can find her treading along pages or breathing in sunsets or unearthing magic in everyday traffic. High five her when you see her, she doesn’t bite.

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