Freedom is a land i want to travel to
feel its plains be me woman beast and child
selflessly sexual and political ...
travelling to freedom
whole and aware like the boy
who is born to be his mother's eyes
the woman's hand rests on his shoulder
at the traffic light, where he holds the world's lot
inside their coin tin
and on the left of his other side
he clenches his father's hand,
as they wait for the light to turn green
Traveling to freedom
Freedom means a meal and sometimes, hopefully rent
paid in full...
