“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.” ― Ralph Ellison,
What is freedom? What is to be free? What is that you ask? And why is it so important?
To some it is the liberation of being enslaved.
Of being held captive by monsters. Oppressors. Men of shame.
Slaves to a massive genocide, or a cleansing of belief.
The cleansing that takes lives that, you and I, will never see.
To some, it is the right to be just like everyone else.
For some time ago, you couldn’t even vote. Or walk near the lighter skinned folk.
Your children has to suffer because cops killed your father.
The attitudes of the past were the normal. Take them out!
Kill the niggers! That is what cops, and normal people by then said.
Freedom is also to some, getting married to the one you love.
But this came only recently. For before, you were sub-human.
Unworthy to have the moniker of human being.
Someone once decided you couldn’t be with the woman you loved;
because you were a woman, yourself.
Slam yourself into the nearest brick wall until those evil Satanic gay thoughts, are all gone.
And the men have it just as rough. As they are shamed if they are athletes because a man, as strong and talented, cannot be just another faggot;
said their once biggest fan.
Freedom is also the right to believe in the truth.
And not subject yourself to disproved lies and tales. Where they control the majority of all you see.
You can’t even be gay and married because the Almighty no one has seen;
a deity without a face, or a voice. No choice. Obey or leave.
This person who won’t marry you or teach you the truth, says the Heavenly Father is their true authority.
Freedom of it, and from it; are never the same.
And try to explain the truths of the universe; and you are cast out.
Enslaved in isolation.
Which brings me to the crux, of this entire depressing statement.
ARE YOU FREE?
It depends…because so many have fought and died for it.
But no all is grim.
Because all I’ve said above are things of the past. Moments of dark times where a human wasn’t a person, but a number.
Now you are free to marry because, love is not a prison, but a liberty of the greatest kind.
Your life is not theirs. You don’t believe what they want you to believe, soon to be, free soldier. The mind is a place of escape, with your hands being the tools of liberation. With words. Spoken at the highest volume or read in the lowest whisper.
Freedom is not a thing of the past.
It’s something we all have to fight for.
Even if you are sad, and trapped. You are in control.
Plan so you don’t fall into a jail full of cubicles.
So are you really free?
Time will tell…time tells everything.
Never forget that word. Freedom.
Well that was the longest one yet. And freedom is a very difficult thing to talk about, since it has many meanings, and to tell you the truth; many of us aren’t completely free. We have debts to pay and jobs to go to; but I would say that those things are more responsibilities than punishments. Many other countries would kill to have your boring desk job. But in all honesty, you can make those changes and be a better person. Which is why it’s important to pursue what makes you happy; to not feel trapped.
The majority of this came from moments in history, and current events were people felt oppressed and judged by other individuals. And this is still going on. So if you can, make someone’s life better, and not make them feel like they don’t belong. These things impact.
So share what you think freedom is to you? What is your freedom? And what, if anything, makes you feel trapped?
Take care guys!