The Limits of Freedom
I am said to be lucky simply because I was born in this place.
A place where freedom is a given.
Where justice is supposedly served.
America the great.
At first glance, from a lower stance, it is true.
I am fortunate I live in a place where I can do what I wish.
Where I can be anything I want if I work hard enough.
But what outsiders never really seem to see,
are the difficulties that come along with this level of freedom.
I am in no way saying I would wish to trade places with those of lesser fortune.
But the way I see it, the world is a game.
Each individual person even, is playing it.
We are all on different levels, all working towards the same thing.
And even though I am at a higher level than most playing this game,
I have to face a different set of challenges.
Many women around the world do not have access to education.
They fight for the right to learn.
I am able to learn.
But the battle isn’t over and done with simply because I can read and write.
I am forced to learn things that are of no meaning to me.
I am told that if I do not get a traditional education, I will not amount to anything.
I fight for the right to learn how and what I choose.
The problem is still the same at the root, it just grows larger.
I am given freedom in the sense that I am not told exactly what to do or how to do it.
But I am expected to follow a predetermined outline.
I can choose not to, but to do so is looked down upon.
To do so is to fail everyone, but myself.
Everyone in the world,
Deals with the same things,
Just to a different extent.
Yes, I have access to medicine.
But only after I jump through millions of hoops and sell half my soul to the people who control America’s health.
Even then, I’m given the longest waits, the worst care, and the highest deductibles.
I may have the the ability to marry who I choose,
Just as long as the person I love doesn’t “ruin” marriage for everyone else.
People like me can fight for years and finally win, but the opposed do everything in their power to reverse our hard earned progress.
To see us happy would be truly a shame if I looked the same as the person who loves me.
Even in this place though,
I am the lucky of the lucky
I am of one majority.
I am given the biggest advantage because of how I look.
I am not marked as guilty by default.
I am not murdered in cold blood.
I would be given a pass for the mistakes that effectively end others lives.
I know that I have limitations put on me, but I am not ignorant to the fact that I do not have every limitation put on me.
I am truly grateful for all the opportunities afforded to me, but the battle is far from over.
I may have freedom,
but this brand of freedom is limited.