The Cost of “Freedom”

Let Me speak for all to hear.

Let me live my life without any fear. 

Let me scream and pain because if I’m owed anything, it’s that.

Let me get through my day without questioning the point of life. 

Without questioning the reality of equality. The distance away we are from equity. 

Let me complain. 

Let me scream my pain. 

Let me speak up for my community. 

Let me be sad and spend my day crying because these days it’s hard to not think about dying. 

Let me live my life. let me be. 

Let me not question, the awesomeness of me. Our reality is dire our world is on fire and there’s pedophiles on an island living free. Yet I am punished for simply being me. 

For simply living in the land of the free. 

I was born without extreme wealth, and for that I am punished with bad health. 

I did not cause it. It wasn’t me, but it cost more than money to live in the land of the free. 

Our food is poisoned. Our neighborhoods are deserts. 

We feel deserted, and we are blamed for our differences. 

We are blamed for the history that was out of our hands. 

We are living our living on stolen lands. 

We barely survive. We fail to thrive but for corporate America, it doesn’t matter. 

I choose to be me I choose to be free because death is somehow the ladder. 

I will speak for my community. I will speak to be free. I will fight the good fight as we all should be. I want to be like MLK Junior. I want to be like Norma McCorvey. I want to fight for my rights that I deserve no matter who I am. 

I want to be celebrated. 

I want our differences to be celebrated. 

I want us not to be parted, but realize there is a greater enemy above. an enemy that has only ever known greed and never love. 

So let me fight. Let me be. 

do not question me. 

Because the land I am living in is not the land of the free.