As I lay dying
blood oozing from my veins,
there’s a fleeting sense of peace
I’m finally done with fighting
for my freedom to be free.
As I begin to feel myself against the cool cement
I can’t stop myself from thinking this is meant-
As I sit here dying
in front of my computer screen
latent feelings of regret
of all the fights for freedom
that I have left unseen.
Experiencing my vision blur
as I continue to focus on my happiness
all I see is newness and I whirl
into and upward spiral toward my bedroom ceiling
and all I can think is
at least I’ll stop reeling.
As I stand with my comrades
on the front lines in the street
I know this is a major vein of fighting
for freedom to be free.
With the strength of our ancestors
and support from our communities
We can hold the whole damn system
in contempt for their iniquities.
As I march in the street losing my voice
the pressure of the police state
we attempt to destroy
all I feel is love
breaking free of the cage
if only for a night
speaking truth like a sage
I’m one with my people
I let go of my stress
I’m at peace with
Written by Me on 10.2.16
People on the ground need help and aid. They need money to bail out our captive warriors who were detained for fighting for freedom. Help fight against Black and Brown bodies being littered in the street by the people who are paid to protect and serve them. Help fight against white supremacy in a world of anti-blackness. Help speak Truth to Power.
You can help by donating to the Freedom Fighter Bond Fund. You can help by spreading the word for others to donate!
Help the struggle manifest to victory! All we have to lose are our chains!
Until Next Time Comrades,