Freedom
Purple stripes upon my back
As fat as a Christmas Goose
A sacrifice
To feed hungry eyes
The air around me whirs and dirs.
Time slows
I go
Faster still
On the horizon
A fat noose
Hangs from a Sycamore tree
And it seems to say
”Run faster, girl! Run on!
There will be no celebration for you here!”
So I carry on through these black nights
And dark days
That will bring me to my home
Someday
And freedom.
m o n o c h r o m e j u n k i e † 