Free

 I go with the wind now. 

I have no destination. 

I am free.

As light as a feather, going wherever I please, without a care in the world, because I'm free. 

As free as the ocean, going with the tide. 

As free as a fly zipping around. 

As free as a hurricane, destroying the path I chose to take. 

As free as a whisper in the air, calling out softly. 

As free as the sun, coming up over the horizon and shining like there's no tomorrow. 

As free as a hawk, gliding on the wind with his wings moving just the slightest bit. 

As free as the soul, who walks on the graves of all the little boys and girls in the world. 

Free like a dream or a song. 

As free as the shimmering stars in the sky, that you've wished upon all the nights leading up to now.

Now we are free. 

We no longer work for the white man. 

Enduring hard stressful hours out in the hot sun scourging for cotton. 

No longer freezing in the bitter cold, sleepless nights. 

No longer starving until you can see our ribs. 

We are free. 

It took courage, effort, and a lot of hope. 

But we are free. 

Free as the white man.

I am as free as you and you are as free as me.