Freedom

i’m the missing man.

lostness -

in a chitinous shell.

 

 

i know i’m not free,

but freedom is what i want,

freedom caught my eye,

as i walked over cracked

concrete,

trapped, in-between old

buildings,

 

 

when i saw

a black man, my age, drive past

 

 

in a golden Merc

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jaci]

I don't remember reading this one. Truly wonderful write hun.

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. oh, this is brilliant, monsieur ... we see freedom in the most amazing sights and sounds around us ...