Freedom Is Not What I Want Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

When I was caged in the womb
My greatest desire Was to break free
Let loose from the prison
Living is deep darkness
Lonely and wet
I desired to be free
I cried when I broke loose
It was a cry with no drop of water
A cry of freedom
A cry of hope
Then hunger came
Beating me black and blue
I need food!
But I could not lift myself
From where I was dropped
Bound again
I need to eat right now
Please give me food
I am hungry
Then I cried for help
Those big people were making sounds
Then one picked me up
Put a soft flesh in my mouth
Sweet in my mouth
But I need to really suck
To drag the water out of the flesh
Is this what I have do when hunger comes?
Oh! When will my freedom come!
These people are old
Yet they do not know my needs
I cannot believe this
No, I just cannot believe it
On top of this, I could not help myself either
Suddenly, there comes strong water rushing down
Down into the back of my body
What is this?
What should I do with it?
Is there anyone there?
Please help!
Before I knew it
I released it and it smells really bad
So messy I needed to clean up
Ha! I still could not clean myself
I am still tied to these people
When would I be free
To do what I like
To do all that I want
Oh! If I could just sit up like this
If I could start walking and running like that
If I could feed myself this way
If I could tell these big people a piece of my mind
Ha! , I need freedom
Then I got there
I could now do all of them
I became big like those big people
I tried all I wanted
Though with pains and opposition
From those old people
I now know
That freedom is both good and bad
But I do not really need to be absolutely free
No one is free to do all that he wants
We are all bound to someone or something
That will not make us do what we want
Freedom is not what I want
What then do I need?