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Freedom

 Well now I know what that means What is freedom to me? Freedom is being myself exclusively Freedom is being thine unto thee in the presence of divinity

Freedom is knowing what’s best for me, what’s best for my family beyond the confines of what I can see

Freedom is establishing my right to personal security without the fear of offending someone I’ve never met because they can’t see over and through the blindfold yet They haven’t realized they’re more than the bet they lost with themselves before the trial ever beganThe eyes of God are far different than the eyes of man What He will do is much different from what he can What has freedom seen?

Freedom has seen a solar wave wipe a karmic slate clean Freedom has seen itself clarify exactly what it means Freedom has seen the best its worst and the worst at its best Freedom has held every dream it ever chased closely to its chest Freedom has seen the noble leave a global legacy for people like me who have vision they can hardly see Freedom has seen who it needs to be Freedom has seen what it has to see Freedom has seen why it chose to be free For what has freedom died?

Freedom has died for every time a child has tried.

Freedom has died for every time you or I have cried

Freedom has died for all to be vindicated and justified

Freedom has died for deaths that have multiplied Freedom has died for every breath that’s been stolen from the lungs of who it belongs to Freedom has died for every shoe the homeless couldn’t fill

Freedom has died for every time we are violently ill

 Freedom has died for the choice to live or die Freedom has died for the experience of the rhetorical expression of wondering why Freedom has died to redeem every single time we have chosen to lie Freedom has died to restore courage and confidence to the broken and the insecure obscurity of being shy

Freedom has died so we can give it one more try And why has freedom cried?

Freedom has cried so our tears can dry

Freedom has cried so our years can reply

 Freedom has cried so the truth will imply of what it has witnessed and what it has done in a battle that will righteously tattle on every liar that tries to rattle someone else’s cage from the outside, looking in to prevent them from an unfortunate win that takes them down the words of yet another page

 Freedom has cried to empty this stage

 Freedom has cried to prevent this all consuming rage Freedom has cried for the passing age

Freedom has cried for the sake of its own wage

Freedom has cried for its forsaken stage

Freedom has gone through it all for the sake of the omnipresent, omnipotent call

Nothing has freedom denied that slavery hasn’t implied Freedom has done this to prove this adolescent truth with mature proof Men and women in these wars aren’t telling you what they died for They’ve sacrificed more than their friends, families and lives where the debilitating system thrives For the sake of freedom’s cause, we must stand for their honor, nobility, dignity and courage for just a taste of their eternal applause.

SG Herring

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Cloaked in color

From blue to pink to green

Nothing you haven’t seen

Gives you time to re-think

Puts you on the brink

I need some new ink

SG Herring

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I still remember much of the humiliation I had to touch almost twenty years ago

I will never forget it

So much shit

So many rumors & lies

And yet every drug test came out clean while yalls didn't

So many fake friends & spies

Dated the asshole who took my virginity right in front of me

Thought it was funny

They were fat & hideous

They couldn’t help that which was hilarious

He just wanted a warm, wet hole to ejaculate in

The last time I saw him, I couldn't hide that I hate him

It was just a whim for him

He got an underage girl pregnant & then kicked her in the stomach to terminate

Her period was early, not late

I had to pretend I was pregnant so I wouldn't get my ass beat

Such a treat

Defeat

I would kill them in the street if they even looked my way

I would spit in their food & piss in their drinks

Maybe next time theyd think twice because Im not nice

Im their worst nightmare

And I dont even have to be there

Holy Sorcery

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