Cost of Freedom
Cost of Freedom
I know no answers.
I say to myself,
“I’d never have been like that,”
should I have been there.
But who knows?
Color of my skin says
I probably would have been.
Maybe not.
Marching alongside?
Clearing a path?
Or complacent?
Quiet.
I’m here now.
Too quiet?
Too careful?
I don’t know the cost of freedom.
It was handed to me at birth.
My bloggy friends also wrote poetry. This month’s theme is Freedom:
“Short and Clear” from Karen at Baking in a Tornado
It was handed to me at birth too. But that freedom includes the pathway to make changes, the ability to step forward in making freedom a reality for all. The current issue is how to do that safely and effectively.
Ohmyword, yes! I like to think I would have marched alongside. But my freedom, too was handed to me at birth.
I guess I will march alongside now…
Just the way I feel. Thanks for expressing my thoughts and conclusions so well.