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Sweet Taste of Freedom (A Sunday Freewrite)

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I picked the lock to the chains they built for me,
My soul has been forever tainted by the sweet taste of freedom

I stepped outside of the cage and discovered me,
There’s no way I’ll ever give up the sweet taste of freedom

The rays of love have shined their light on me,
Why in the world would I let go of the sweet taste of freedom

I discovered a power I didn’t know existed in me,
I’ll do everything in my power to hold on to the sweet taste of freedom

They’re lying traps in an attempt to capture me,
I’ll never go back to that place before I had the sweet taste of freedom

They’ll try to assassinate my hope and take my dreams from me,
Even then they’ll never separate me from the sweet taste of freedom

The whole Universe has conspired to free me
I’m a warrior, using the weapon of love to protect the sweet taste of freedom.

Still Standing

If you were standing here where I’m standing
looking at the blessings I see
after being through what we’ve been through
seeing what we’ve seen
hearing what we’ve heard

If you were standing where I’m standing
after overcoming the struggles we’ve overcome
enduring the losses we’ve had to endure
listening to the endless chatter of
how we’d always be a non-factor
failures in the making
hopelessly fall short of our goals
would never amount to shit
never be shit
never do anything with our lives

If you were standing here where I’m standing
after the numerous attempts
to take our livelihood
to kill our will
to enslave our soul
to beat our spirit
to smother our hopes
to murder our dreams

You,
would feel every bit
as happy
as thankful
as grateful
as blessed
as I do
at this very moment

They tried to kill our will
and smother our hope
and instead of extinguishing our spirit
they ended up creating an unstoppable forest fire
a violent volcanic eruption
a massive wave of desire
that could not be turned away
by their shackles and chains
by their slave codes
by their Jim Crow
by their separate but equal
by their racism
by their prison industrial complex
by their systematic attempts to
block our tomorrows with their institutional Levies

If you were standing here where I’m standing
you would be smiling too,
because if they hadn’t done what they had done
we would have never discovered how powerful we are

We are
The Dream That Could Not Be Deferred

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The Fear of Us

We aren’t beautiful because of what we look like, we are beautiful because of who we are. That’s not something our society will tell our young boys and girls. That’s not something our society will tell us, instead they’ll tell us that beauty is something we can have by exercising at expensive gyms, wearing fancy clothes, driving the right kinds of cars, wearing the right kind of makeup, having the right types of  shoes, having a prestigious job, or by the number of carrots that’s put on our finger.

The truth?  The truth is our society can’t afford to tell us the truth. Those lies of beauty and subsequently happiness is what feeds the greed of our capitalistic machine, and on a larger scale feeds the inequities of our entire society. They have to keep us running. They have to keep us chasing, desiring, wanting, and CONSUMING.  They know the minute they allow us to slow down, the minute we stop running on the wheel in that rat cage they’ve trapped us in, we might begin to think.  And when we begin to think, we may start to learn the truth.   The TRUTH that beauty, happiness, and love can’t be bought.  When we stop running on that wheel and start thinking, we might wake up and realize that we have always been beautiful.   We may wake up and KNOW that we’ve always been beautiful and quit wasting our money and time trying to buy the gifts that God already gave us. That is the fear, that one day we might WAKE UP and KNOW

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