You See That Mountain?
My Mountain
You beat me
When I was down
You whipped
Me to the ground
But now I
Am a man
Standing
On…
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Born Free
I Am Free
Free to be who I want
Free to go where I go
No one can stop me
From being who I am
You…
You See That Mountain?
My Mountain
You beat me
When I was down
You whipped
Me to the ground
But now I
Am a man
Standing
On two feet
On solid ground
I ain’t gonna take
It anymore
You’ll never
Whip me again
For you see
That mountain over there?
It has my name on it
And I am going to
Climb it to the top
Open my lungs
And yell
This is all mine
And I’m gonna
Place a stake
On it right now.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11/11/2013
Born Free
I Am Free
Free to be who I want
Free to go where I go
No one can stop me
From being who I am
You can disagree
But we can agree
That I am me
And you are you
Please don’t even try
To change me
Respect me and I
Will do the same for you
No more slavery
No more chains
Free to ride the waves
Of life to walk
The pebbles on the beach
Free to breathe fresh air
Free to be me
What a fantastic feeling.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11/11/2013
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It’s where I wish I was
Right now, for I feel
Trapped within my own
Picture it & Write/ Ermilia
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It’s where I wish I was
Right now, for I feel
Trapped within my own
Jar of life
The lid tightened
The colors foggy
Pressing against
The glass no one
Sees me as my
Reflection bounces
All around me
Forcing me to
Look inside
At my own person
I cry to get out
But you don’t
See my tears
It is up to me
To turn my
Entrapment into
A release
For my soul
For my health
I stop, and listen
My mind speaks
I must be free
Once again.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
08/04/2013
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FWF Free Write Friday; Image Prompt
Freedom, the feeling of no more people telling me what to do. No more…
FWF Free Write Friday; Image Prompt
Freedom, the feeling of no more people telling me what to do. No more parents butting in. I can make my own decisions from here on out.
I just graduated from high school. I was an adult ready to make my own way into the big world. Ready to discover what was forbidden for many years.
I had received a lot of money for graduation gifts. After counting it up I had a total of five hundred dollars. I was out of here. Out of this joint called home. Making plans with my bestie, we were on our way to have a great time.
She and I were taking two weeks and having the time of our lives. Meeting new guys was our number one goal. No more books,we were going to stay up late, sleep in late. What could possibly be better?
We didn’t have a destination. We were letting the spirit guide us. We would stop when we needed to and eat where we wanted. The money in my pocket would get us anywhere we wanted to go.
Driving down the open road, listening to the radio. Laughing our asses off. Neither she nor I heard the truck behind us blaring his horn. When we did, it was too late. Our trip was ended too short with five hundred bucks in my pocket.
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FWF Free Write Friday, Special Edition
What Does Freedom mean to you?
When I was a child, freedom meant staying up later on the weekends when I didn’t have school. Being out with my friends riding bikes. Picking the routes we wanted to ride, instead of someone else. Going to my friend’s house and raiding their refrigerator that was packed with more junk than mine.
In high school freedom meant choosing the classes I wanted to instead of having it the other way around. Bringing out of my own soul my thoughts on independence. Beginning to show other humans what I was designed for. Being able to pick and choose which boys I wanted to choose as a boyfriend. Making choices about friendships I wanted to have.
When I was given the keys to my own car, I had the freedom to make good choices and keep the privileges of driving or making bad choices and paying the price. I could choose to stay up past my bedtime and do bad in class or go to bed on time and give the classes all I had.
As a young adult, I had the choice to have children or not. To marry or stay single. For most of us, we could decide whether we wanted to make our first time having sex our choice.
Now that I am middle-aged, my choices seem to be taken a way from me. Or is it that I am more mature and see more of what the world is today. I still have the choice to speak my mind, but do I really? Could what I say end up on a public forum such as Facebook and be banned?
I still have the choice to vote equally as a man. Is my vote sacred and safe? I don’t know the answer to that. I hear so much in the media about tampering that I suspect the only truth I will ever know is buried deep in my heart.
I still have the choice to be healthy or unhealthy. Do I really? When is the last time you went to the grocery store and tried to buy all organic or healthy foods? Did you notice the hole in your pocket when you went to pay for them? Have you noticed that foods that are good for you are considered premium prices? It is much cheaper to eat junk food, but harder on the heart.
We still have the choice and freedom to pick our doctors, hospitals and insurances. But, do we really? Can you see it ending as others voices ring louder than our own? Will there come a time that we actually have to give up our insurance because of the premiums or pre-existing conditions?
I do still have freedoms that can not be taken away. They are my choices to make. I can breathe. I can pray. I can look at each day as a new day with the right attitude. I am free in this land. Free to be myself. It is only from our soul that the corners are being pried off little by little, like taking a band-aid off very slowly so it doesn’t hurt so bad.
We are guaranteed some rights to live on this earth. I only hope that all countries work together to keep our freedoms alive. That peace is among each of our neighbors. We are truly blessed when we look deep down into the ground. You see some dirt covering the seeds, but life is beneath it, growing and strong. Ready to unite together to help us to remain free.
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