This is freedom' s essence,
life represented by a concept,
the reaches over seas,
that breaches eternity,
that once, my people
could never reach.
I can hear freedom cry
out to me, powerful,
stout, and unwavering,
"be the voice of a generation"
Who knew freedom could dream,
for it dreams a dream for all
who gave their lives for
the struggle.
This struggle defines my character,
OUR character, lifted up
by the difficulties that once
brought down our ancestors,
empowered by the words
that once were used to
abuse our people,
we survived,
we lived,
we had that gas mask
when they tried to snuff us out
with their hate.
And now I, too, have that
gas mask,
and now realize that
I am freedom,
and freedom
is me.
CopyRight 2012 | Robert Drake
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