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POEM: Freedom Fighter

Freedom Fighter

I am hunkered down
in the hills of my life,
cold hands holding
a machine gun
I 3-D printed using
plans I got off Reddit.

I am in open rebellion
against myself.
I wage war
on the limitations
I have set.
I topple my government.

I am waiting
for my critic to appear,
to put their head
above the parapet
of the fortress
they’ve built inside me.

From this distance (zero inches)
it will be difficult to miss,
or at least that’s how
it seems to me.
I’ve never shot
a figment before.

/ / /

Charlottesville VA
7 May 2026

Published in My poems Poetry

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