I Am Free

You have nothing on me,

Nothing to drag me to your level.

I am free,

And freedom has never tasted

this good.

I will not be shoved into

your tight molds,

Fit for no one other than

plastic dolls with glazed eyes

and unrealistic proportions.

I will not kiss the boots

of your strong and mighty,

With verbal whips and strong

arms to wield them.

I embrace the slime of society.

My life depends on them,

Yours as well.

You owe every breath

you breathe to the worms

in the dirt and the birds

in the trees.

We bite the very hands

that feed us,

And the ones above us

kick us across the room

with steel toed boots.

Where’s the freedom in that?

Yet we call this a free country,

Putting it up on a pedestal

for everyone to see

and praise.

You have nothing on me,

Nothing to drag me to your level.

I am free,

And freedom has never tasted

this good.

((written by Julie Bryant))