You wait many days for freedom to grace your presence.

You wait for the knock at your soul.

You wait for the stars to align, you wait until the days grow cold.

What do you do until freedom knocks at your soul?

You hold on to your soul, hold it close.

You try to live in a world full of false freedom fighters.

Your mind full of clutter, your memory full of past.

Freedom is your only escape.

What is freedom to a woman living in a prison world?

How does she yarn for something she’s never tasted. But she can’t wait for freedom to rest in her soul.

Imagination is her occupation, dreaming of those days were her body is not subjected to judgement, were she can be free to be who she has always imagined a FREE woman.

Remaining patient until freedom knocks at her soul.

Freedom lingers above her crown, she goes to reach her fingertips just to find she has no grip on FREEDOM.

She closes her eyes to escape, looks for freedom that way, she tries to call her soul to the string of light.

Visually she spots freedom and freedom never looked so damn good!

She opens her eye to realize that the thing called freedom is SHE! The goodness she always waited to be.

She looked deep inside her soul and grabbed the light, previously she waited for freedom to come to her but freedom she found by searching and understanding.

Freedom ain’t free, freedom no one else provides! FREEDOM IS SHE!

-Imani Smith