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they offered me

roots of freedom

I planted them

hope grew tall

and one morning

I went looking

for the fruits

but someone had already

reaped them

heaped them

shipped them

to an island

far enough

to remain a dream

the island was surrounded by

stereotypes

doctrines

ideologies

old values

not even freedom

could escape from there

many sailed towards it

in fancy boats

with glam ideas

and maps drawn

by someone else

none reached it

somewhere along the way

their boats became houses

their anchors became roots

their feet sank deep

into the system

yet every night

they could still see

the island

so they reached it

in their dreams

walked barefoot

on its shore

searched everywhere

for the fruits of freedom

and found

only seeds

seeds they had been carrying

inside their own minds

all along

then they understood

the island was never far

their minds were occupied

and no occupied land

can call itself

free