Freedom dances barefoot above the ground on her large estate of personal space.
Chuckling, she whirls the broken chains on her wrists, her unclothed body accustomed to absence.
She plots in self-defense.
Freedom marches in the minds of the revolutionary.
Their tongues: her two-edged sword upon her hip.
In combat, she battles the hordes of exploited power.
Freedom's outstretched arms create an exhilarating embrace.
She is fresh water to the dehydrated and fresh air to the city dweller.
Her siren call alarms with the lulling song of a mermaid.
Even with a yogi's flexibility, thorns on her skin provoke newcomers, for Freedom is not indulgent.
Sweat permeates the air around her as she fights for her voice.
Some say she tastes like Pepsi cola.
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Daizy: Poetry & Short Stories Collection
PoetryIn this book, a collection of poetry and short stories breathes in anticipation for the caress of curious eyes or the spank of judgmental ones. This book includes themes of sex, relationships, religion, morality and humor.
