Free Britney By Fiona Goodwin

Each day that I wake up
And I’m not Britney Spears
I have contradictory feelings
She has to do all that dancing and exercise
And I don’t know if she gets enough pocket money
Each day that I wake up and I realise who I am
I am full of questions
Should I dance today?
Shall I have a baby?
Will I get enough pocket money
Am I under Conservatorship
Of a mean dictator?
A slave driver?
Am I allowed to do whatever I want?
Free Britney?
Free Fiona!