Free To Be {A Spoken Word Poem}
Authentic.
Real.
Transparent.
What’s apparent is that we can’t recognize real. Buried in Sheol like the “Los 33”. Trapped under layers and layers of fraudulent fabrication. Self-adorned, one dimensional, wash and shrink flea market finds.
New realities created.
New identities established.
Fake ID by way of your Gravatar, your avatar has become the new you. This carefully guarded new persona is shallow at best and when put to the test will prove defective. That plastic armor does not guard but suffocates. Check the warning label on your grocery store plastic bag.
Choking out your gifts, snuffing out what makes you uniquely you.
While your spirit smothers, your souls smolders and the soot and ash render you unrecognizable.
But when you KNOW that your identity cannot be shaped by:
LIKES
COMMENTS
SHARES
FOLLOWS
FRIENDING
UNFRIENDING
THUMBS UP
THUMBS DOWN
HEARTS
You are unrestricted and unshackled. Like the grotesque beings removing their outer casings at the dawn of A Brand New Day, you are free to give rise to your true self. No longer caged, the bird sings and I know why.
Delivered from confinement, mind, body and spirit come into alignment. With jet propulsion, rocket boosters thrust, power ignites and takes flight.
The course is set. Charting to free.
