i see freedom
down the road, maybe a few hundred miles
i wonder if it's truly a release from years of bondage
or simply the practiced deception of my mind

my journey starts with a step...
a step i'm reluctant to take...
but i see freedom
or something close

i live in a place where people judge and hate
but i hope to find peace
from a long journey
and a place to lay my head... maybe home

among those who love me
who see my as myself
and not as some icon of womanly perfection
not as perfection, or virtue, or grace
but just as me

... just me.