Free

Free to be
Me
said the black bird
to the tree.
Flying high
in this masquerade of
Society.

Free in
the
Happiness of
ebony;
Void (finally) of shadowed
ivory.

Free to find
tranquility
inside my walls of
Mahogany.

Free to
see
beauty in
a new reality.

Free
to be
alone but
not lonely;
just a
new journey.
Free,
from the confusion
of
conundrum conformity.
Free me
you see,
on a journey:
tranquility
abounds me.
A different kind of
reality.
What about you--

Society?

--Gloria Moton-Nelor