While I am stuck down here, attached to the polluted ground, my soul is flying high above, breaking the overcast to find the blessed sun. I am an eagle, symbol of truth and freedom, harbinger of safety and comfort.
My heart is filled with words, endless words. Words that swim through my blood and fill my veins and arteries and drift up to my brain and fill my thoughts. Words that swim up to my heart.
The word freedom is ingrained on my heart and mind, written on my forehead for all to see. Freedom is the right to speak out loud. Freedom is the right to write stories that fill the thoughts of millions. Freedom is the right to love whoever you choose. Freedom is the right to pray and hope. Freedom is the right to live.
I love the sound of voices raised in prayer, hoping for a better tomorrow.
I hate the bitter stench of blood and sweat and leather and tears, the reek of slavery and oppression. The reek that comes from the arrogance of one man thinking that he has a right to own another.
I love the dark and cool nighttime. The pure, forbidding black of the sky studded with gorgeous diamonds. I love the cool, clean scent of the night, of people resting. The sound of that quiet that only comes during sleep.
If my fists could speak, they would tell me to stop clenching them together for so long, for that kind of pain only comes from pure rage.
I remember my first epiphany, the first major realization that came flooding through my soul; human beings were all created equal.
And they are.
And they are.
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