A thing called freedom

Emily Kendi

An entry in the Abt Associates Award for Women’s Literature

A thing called freedom.

Oh what a thing of beauty,

To win and to prize more highly than fame or wealth –

A thing called Freedom.

Oh what a thing of beauty,

The forces of destiny in all generosity look upon you –

A thing called favour.

Oh what a thing of beauty,

To take up my pen in calm and confidence and to slay my fears with just a single stroke –

A thing called euphoria.

Yes what a thing of beauty,

The freedom of mind and of heart.

 
And the freedom to follow your dreams is indeed beauty.

 
To wade within the loneliness of my soul and find hope

To tread upon the fallow soils of my being and find fullness

To hide inside the chambers of a heart possessed by anguish and undefinable sadness and yet find solace

To cower before my own tempestuous rage and still find courage and mounted passion

For this is who I am,

And the woman that I am

And upon this I stand firm,

I would rather cry alone.

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