I thought knew exactly what freedom was in 5th grade .
Even though I didn’t really know what freedom looked like I was taught that
Freedom was just like geometry nothing more than a shape of a triangle ,
freedom was a trade of goods and people,
freedom was taken and arrived on a boat.
When I looked back on the thing’s freedom did, I found out that
Freedom liked to march, liked to stand, freedom liked to dance ,gyrating after every round unarmed with raised hands.
Freedom rode at the back of a bus, was chained locked up like every right that freedom was told had access to but could never touch
I found out freedom had a dream , one that could soar but only as far as Jim’s crow could fly
When Freedom and I came face to face
Freedom asked me in a breath strong as a rope with words that hung in the air like a dark silhouette swings above a crowd of white coated characters , if was in the right neighborhood,
freedom asked why I talked white,
freedom clenched its bag and locked its doors when I walked past,
freedom pulled out its gun when I went to grab my license,
When I finally saw freedom, it wasn’t what I expected
freedom bled red, was never white and was always bruised blue
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of America one nation under god for freedom and justice for who