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Freedom
Well now I know what that means
What is freedom to me?
Freedom is being myself exclusively
Freedom is being thine unto thee in the presence of divinity
Freedom is knowing what’s best for me, what’s best for my family beyond the confines of what I can see
Freedom is establishing my right to personal security without the fear of offending someone I’ve never met because they can’t see over and through the blindfold yet
They haven’t realized they’re more than the bet they lost with themselves before the trial ever began
The eyes of God are far different than the eyes of man
What He will do is much different from what he can
What has freedom seen?
Freedom has seen a solar wave wipe a karmic slate clean
Freedom has seen itself clarify exactly what it means
Freedom has seen the best its worst and the worst at its best
Freedom has held every dream it ever chased closely to its chest
Freedom has seen the noble leave a global legacy for people like me who have vision they can hardly see
Freedom has seen who it needs to be
Freedom has seen what it has to see
Freedom has seen why it chose to be free
For what has freedom died?
Freedom has tried to save every child who died.
Freedom has died for every time you or I have cried
Freedom has died for all to be vindicated and justified
Freedom has died for deaths that have multiplied
Freedom has died for every breath that’s been stolen from the lungs of who it belongs to
Freedom has died for every shoe the homeless couldn’t fill
Freedom has died for every time we are violently ill
Freedom has died for the choice to live or die
Freedom has died for the experience of the rhetorical expression of wondering why
Freedom has died to redeem every single time we have chosen to lie
Freedom has died to restore courage and confidence to the broken and the insecure obscurity of being shy
Freedom has died so we can give it one more try
And why has freedom cried?
Freedom has cried so our tears can dry
Freedom has cried so our years can reply
Freedom has cried so the truth will imply of what it has witnessed and what it has done in a battle that will righteously tattle on every liar that tries to rattle someone else’s cage from the outside, looking in to prevent them from an unfortunate win that takes them down the words of yet another page
Freedom has cried to empty this stage
Freedom has cried to prevent this all consuming rage
Freedom has cried for the passing age
Freedom has cried for the sake of its own wage
Freedom has cried for its forsaken stage
Freedom has gone through it all for the sake of the omnipresent, omnipotent call
Nothing has freedom denied that slavery hasn’t implied
Freedom has done this to prove this adolescent truth with mature proof
Men and women in these wars aren’t telling you what they died for
They’ve sacrificed more than their friends, families and lives where the debilitating system thrives
For the sake of freedom’s cause, we must stand for their honor, nobility, dignity and courage for just a taste of their eternal applause
©️Sarah Herring 2019
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White Winter
One More Page: Sceptered Secret
Nothing is ever handed to anyone, despite what it looks like. We don’t live in a generous world. We live in a deceitful one. Someone else did something to make it appear that something was just handed to someone. There’s always a blind spot. There’s always someone behind the
scenes. Even when they screw up, they are barely questioned, if at all. Someone was “handed” something because they were appealing enough to use for another’s agenda. Research “agenda” carefully & apply it to this tweet.
Be carefully cautious when you meet anyone who’s overly optimistic about your success when it hasn’t even manifested yet, yet alone manufactured. Remember & understand that anyone giving you anything is the hand of God. Nothing more, nothing less. This guilty sod hasn’t earned the blessings it wants yet. That’s why it’s still wearing the handmaids tale dress. It takes effort & faithfulness to your promises and the truth that you cannot deny that has been presented to you to truly bless a nation, to modify a globe, in the transcendence of wearing a glittering robe, in resistance to the a new piercing on our earlobe.
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A Friendly Forest
Passenger Seat-A Poetic Ransom
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Passenger Seat: A Poetic Ransom is dedicated to the artists and underdogs of this world that feel unseen, unsung & unheard. It is a collection of my best work from 2018-2022. Four years of poetry that has evolved with me, yet never fails to shock me when I read it for myself as a reader, not a writer, editor, publisher, author & artist. I’ve been writing poetry since elementary school. It is truly beautiful to sit back and watch this masterpiece unfold. If you’re sitting back, watching it with me, I want to thank you for your support & dedication to my work. Poetry is my first & second language & one of the loves of my life. I hope that is evident to all who take the time and interest in this poetic novel. Join me as I unravel the past, live for the present & prepare for the future.
©️ Akasha Lee King 2021. All rights reserved.
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