I want to be free

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.