When I allow
Free thoughts to be
Written down

I permit
My true self
To be heard

Uninhibited by
Social back lash
Personal gain
Promises of eternity

I am truly set free.

Free
As the sun rise is
And the sun set
As the crumbling mountains
Of the East and the West

Unchained as wild rose buds thrown
Across a thousand naked wheat fields
Wet with the dew of the morning
Leaves spinning in a passion of turning

The mind wishes to be -

Simple and live
Simple and die
Simple and love

Regretting when thoughts are
Simple and Hate

Yet,
We push for equality,
Don't we?

We bleed and die
And thrash
And cry for equality,

Don't we?

And though we are
Bent over tables
Swatted with billy clubs
Like flies would be with fly-swatter,

Do we give up?

No.

We continue.
We know the pain is a part

Of the process.