So the story behind the poem is this: we had to write an epitath for ourselves in an ideal life in english class, lots of people wrote about being successful, mine is slightly different

Free as the wind
He told me to live
And that, is what I tried
For bowing to man’s authority
Is like worshiping a paper crown

And though I lived like there was no man to obey
It often meant breaking their laws

But what gives a man the right to control another man?
Who gave him that supposed authority?
For in my life, I never gave them
The respect they demanded

For the wind knows no master,
And although they told us we were free
Their version of freedom,
Seemed strangely, like a diversion
To keep us in chains

But sadly, only a few saw through it
Only a handful really lived
And died with their honor and their freedom
And thank god
I was one of those few