Freedom Writer

I am Freedom's poet. I speak of it, but I can't speak for it, Because Freedom has it's own voice. I can't ignore it. But I am... I am Freedom's poet. I let it lay on my lips after it rests on my heart. I let it frolic in the meadows of my mind. I let it burn like fire in my eyes making them glisten and glitter.... glisten and glitter with joy. Because I am Freedom's poet, it is Freedom I wish to deploy. But I need freedom to employ... me. I am Freedom's poet. I give ear to its voice, because I refuse to ignore it. I give my step a pep, because I cannot contain it. The Joy. Oh! The Joy... Of Freedom! Oh the joy of being Freedom's poet. Only when you've been in the pits of captivity, can you really appreciate the power of liberty. And that's why I write... I write because I am Freedom's Poet.