Shhh..Freedom Calls
Just put your head down and make the ends meet. No. I cannot stand here and be meek. Minty. Just do as you're told. No. I will not stay on this plantation and grow old. You know master will come for your soul. Freedom is calling my name. And I will not ignore the echoes. Minty, you know those nights are cold and you alone. Oh, no. It's okay. I will find my way
Phyllis Allen
@MamaMinnie · 0:58
You. Wow. What an amazing piece. The title itself is poetry. Sh. Freedom calls. That is poetry. You have an amazing ability to tell a story in a poem. And you have an imagination of what it must be like to hear the voice of freedom as it calls you. And know that in spite of all of the dangers, you cannot ignore the call of freedom. Please keep writing and sharing, because sometimes we need to be reminded that freedom is calling