Free

“ I am not home-less, I am home-free”- Collin

 I focused on the word free

 Pictured  the creatures of liberation

unchaining the chains of freedom

As their, pure whiteness

Blinded  the world

And  their seeds of knowledge

Nurtured   us

Seeds so sweet

 Men fought over

  So awed in their beauty

  I observed

  Drooled at the sight

 Of   large wings

Covered with the feathers of peace

Escaping the  package of judgment

Drowned in the old picture

Of  dirty clothes

 Worn by the worthless

 Laying  on the  edge of the street

 waiting like  Dirty clothes

 On Sunday morning  

   And as they  lowered

Their  grace to the Earth

 I  went into my pockets

  Pulled  my hands filled

  with  bread    

 While, some accepted the offer

 Others  kindly refused

 Telling me that

Enjoyment to them

Was  living on Avenues

Where street lights became night lamps

And  ears  found comfortin the  sound of honking cars

Realizing happiness

had multiple forms

Like the different bone structure

Of African women

I smiled.

“ I am not home-less, I am home-free”- Collin

Hannah Ali

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