Freedom is to be free of poverty
to be free of illness
to be free of hunger
to be free of fear

Freedom is the ability to be yourself
the ability to view the world
the ability to acquire knowledge
the ability to drop to your knees in thanksgiving
the ability to rise up against injustice

Freedom is dance
is movement
is music
is prose
is art
is difficult
is a right

Freedom is my responsibility

The choreography of life

Forward two steps
Your partner follows

Move in as a close as you can
And your partner turns away

We spin
Get dizzy
We jump
And are tired
We dance
And hurt
Wonder when
The dance will end


The steps of life
The choreography of love
The pain of continuing
You’re body aches
And you wish to stop
But if you don’t dance
Someone else will
So you go on

And in the end
Who choreographed all
Who laid out your steps
Who watched
Who waited their turn
to dance with you
and does it matter
as we spin and fall
does it matter
that we danced at all

And now the time has come
to drape in colors of the sun
in red and gold
my life unfolds

You thought my luster
was full and green
now you know
I am more than I seem

For a short while
the demure child
is wild

Bending in the breeze
I pretend to be naive
But I know the intention
of the north winds descension

She undresses me
Teasing touching
stripping ripping
layer after layer
til' nothing's there

Leaving me naked
exposed
my true form unfolds

Waiting now
for the first night
to be dressed
in a gown of white