I want to be free—
Not just unchained,
But unburdened,
Unbruised,
Unbent by the weight this world welded to my shoulders.
I want to scream in the open air
Without the echo bouncing back with judgment.
I want to walk down the street
And not flinch when a shadow stretches too close.
I want to be free
From the ghosts they buried in my skin,
From names they nailed to my back like a target—
Freak.
Faggot.
Mistake.
Each syllable a stone I was told to carry
Like a badge of shame.
I want to be free
From the masks I had to mold just to survive—
Smiling when I wanted to scream,
Hiding when I longed to be seen.
I want to dance like the rhythm is my revolution,
Like every step shatters a stereotype,
Every sway says, “I’m still here.”
Like my body is not a battlefield
But a goddamn temple.
I want to be free
To love without fear,
To cry without guilt,
To be soft without punishment
And strong without apology.
I want to rip the word \"too much\"
Out of the mouths that called me it.
Too loud, too queer, too wild, too real—
Too alive for a world that feeds off silence.
I want to be free
Not tomorrow,
Not when they finally decide I’m worthy,
Not when the laws catch up to the truth
That my existence is not a debate.
I want to be free
Now.
Not just to survive—
But to rise,
To roar,
To reclaim.
Because freedom
Isn’t given.
It’s taken.
And I’m reaching for it
With both hands.