free indeed

she cannot forget

her beautifully rich nature, placed in her

by the divine kiss of love

painting her ethos and culture

upon the traverse of the world's

open field.
the place of her true destiny.

all notions of freedom

emblazoned and ingrained

upon her hands.

the blood of her heart

writing out its roadmap

of breaking forth for

the generations yet to come

yes, she remembers

she will always remember

and every mountain will be leveled

for she, the weary

and the rugged places made plain

for her, the weak

and the recompense of justice and mercy

now begins to reign


free. ly.


rainrainrainrainrainrainrain

(from the poetry book 10-ish by Regina Evans)