Freedom is the child who learns that the pen is mightier than the sword.That those lines on paper can hold the weight of generations.

The birth of a writer has begun.

Freedom is the girl who with a backpack takes all that she has earned in a lifetime

Never looking back at the abuse that she wore from a childhood never lived.

A new life begins.

Freedom is a young boy with eyeliner and wig on. 

Each stiletto step breaking the chains  as the outer matches his inner.

His real identity brings birth.

Freedom is the mother who exhales release.

Smiling as her legacy left, is one her children live now.

Freedom is the spirit that receives the prayers of a loved one

Bended knee, lit candle with prayer of love on lips. 


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