Land of the "Free"

original painting and poem by chelsea vonne james My body my choicePill me till I have no voiceSilent scream of medical invoiceBlame, under the guise of moral rejoice Poke my arm or I can’t serve“Freedom” we all deserveRun a sex traffic ring but hide the perv (s)Print more Federal Reserve No vaccine, lose your career Served your whole life but get outta hereFought for freedom in the face of fearInject this cause now we’re inclusive to queer 8000 bucks for your “choice” for titsEncouraged by the porn to have 15” bitsInstagram says bikini summer’s hottest tipsSo get um fast and put shit in ur lips How can I get the approval of them all?To feel good inside, so I don’t bawlWhat slogan do I chant? Who can I call?What’s the TV say? What’s the cabal? The divide is createdTo keep you satiatedIn a trance, inundatedDistracted and separated They tell you what’s realYou think choice is your dealNo idea what’s in your mealHate how you feel They teach you to thinkThey tax you on pinkFluoride you dri