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studio8 New Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 1virginia |
Note: If you're reading this poem and think you've seen it before posted by doreen, you are absolutely right. Studio8 is just a pen name I use occasionally. I had posted this under that name and since it got 0 responses, I reposted it under my own name to see if anybody would respond. Now, all of a sudden, this first post by studio8 has resurfaced. So.... sorry if you got bored twice. (hehehe) -doreen Freedom (by doreen peri) Freedom is not wearin' shoes in the summer so the grass rides you like a carpet step by step and you can pick a job and go do it and they pay you and everything -- and because you did a good damn job, better than somebody else, you could make even more and save up to buy somethin' special, not just being handed out bread 'n' milk in a line somewhere -- Yeah, that's what freedom is bein' able to say somethin' nasty 'bout the President if you want and everybody laughs and you don't get locked up or anything. Freedom is blues music wailin' from an old guitar and a 70 year old guy stompin' his boots and singin' loud about cornbread and pickin' cotton when he was a kid but now he don't have to 'cause he's free, man, and nobody's got 'im in no chains no more and not only that, he can vote and he sings about that too while blowin' on his harmonica, all God's children there to hear. Freedom is listenin' to whatever music you like whenever you want t' hear it without havin' your mama say, "Turn that thing down, it's bustin' my ear drums" and you got your own refrigerator and you can put cheese sandwiches and sodas in there and nothin' else if you want and nobody's tellin' you to eat more salads, 'cause you're all grown up and went to college and everything and got a job and moved away from home so you could go wherever you want whenever you wanna go there and live in a mansion if you save enough dough and learn to speak Spanish, draw with colored pencil, play the piano, dig a garden, get a degree in physics, whatever you wanna do because your free, ain't that great? Freedom is not havin' to worry 'bout some guys with guns comin' to your door and kickin' you and the kids out o' the house, your family runnin' scared, you hiding in a bush so the bad man don't rape you then, lost, marchin' in a line to a border you can't get over, 'cause that ain't freedom, that's just plain reality in some parts, thank God not here. Freedom is nobody's keepin' you down, hallelujah, praise God or Allah or Jesus or Buddha or whoever the hell you wanna praise, or even scream from the rooftops, "I don't believe in nothin'!'" because nobody's gonna stop you! Yeah, that's what freedom is-- dancin' with the moon, nobody tellin' you it's time for bed. [This message has been edited by studio8 (edited 06-27-99).] [This message has been edited by studio8 (edited 06-27-99).] |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
freedom is a right for some, a privilege for others and a dream for too many. |
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