Freedom
When I sit down to write. My hands tremble like a earthquake has erupted in my mind and followed down my arm.
When I try to coordinate my thoughts into words my fingers hurt.
Usually cause they haven’t moved in quite some time.
See I’ve been trying to write for the past month. But hatred is the only thing on my mind.
See I heard the other day they had struck again.
I don’t know what to do cause this attack on my belief has left me spread thin.
I would love to get rid of them and all of their kin.
I would love to destroy everything they stand for, every thing they are and everything they’ve been
I would love to bomb the hell out of their homes and land.
I Would... I would.. I would love to see their face when they meet MY maker cause all along they’ve been praising a faker.
I fly my flag high, I thank God for my country and I would die to protect it cause it’s given me everything I’ve ever had including my amendments
I took it personal when they killed those men and women for writing their thoughts and I will scream mine aloud and when I find them I will personally tie their hanging knots.
I am PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN. And I will serve along side my fellow women and men.
I will protect freedom till I take my last breath in.
I will express my thoughts and hold high my pen.
Cause they aren’t able to control nor stop me. They never have Been.
(2014)
Sorry if this kind of offend yall.
