Freedom

I want

to run

take long legged sprints across the ground,

to cruise smoothly

through long limbed

wisp-thin

tall grasses

that bend and undulate

with the wind

I want

my body

to satiate itself in the wind’s urgent whooshing,

pushing against me

tickling me

forcing her way around the block

my body

seeking her freedom

chasing the unknown

She is free

to run

towards

that something that I too am running towards

we are moving in opposite directions

running

for the same reason

chasing

that same thing

We want

to be free

to be like

the wind

to roam

to run

seeking

a comfort

the soul desires.

All we can do

is satisfy her

the ultimate

the true and only

part of us (that is us)

The soul is

insistent

and alive

with expectation

Sometimes we run

sometimes we

write

hike

sometimes we

paint or

draw

sometimes we

raise our voice

She may say

scream

sing

raise your hands and clap wildly (as if we would clap otherwise) or

take your body into a jump

She may even say

get disorderly

tell those to whom you have given controls

“turn the tap down - things are too heavy”

When our soul says

she needs

space to be...

she means that

she needs to be

free

We are happy

because we cannot say

no

– Sherna Spencer

Dedicated to Peetah Morgan of Morgan’s Heritage

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Trick or treat

Is it trick or treat?

A man named Brad was visiting a friend in Mount Endville

He met a girl named Kat and they started to communicate

Kat told him it was love at first sight

Merely hours later, they intertwined, meow!

A day turned to a week both day and night they would sleep

Three years before Kat’s HIV status was a positive lock

She decided to give every man in and around the block

Due to that unprotected encounter poor Brad got knocked!

Brad was the newest victim of Kat’s dreadful plot

Kat lured him in with many hugs and kisses

Making sure the time spent was enough to give him her thing

Not realising that Brad was a good man who wanted to give her a ring

So caught up in revenge and darkness she could not see the light

With Brad being so loving Kat procreated and fell into a mental state

For the truth was about to come out before Kat’s expected date

Brad was about to know why Kat wanted him so, he was number 58

After hearing the truth Brad tried to escape but it was already too late!

All his sweet treats were now bitter

He tried hard to purge his blood, but no aloes or cerasee would do

Brad even tried bitterwood stew, poor Brad was black and blue

Knowing that he scored A+ in bed

Caused a severe pain to rush to his head

Wishing he had used a rubber instead

But abstinence would have been better, he said

Later on, his A+ turned to masters

Brad was laid in cold concrete before pastors

A+ is a slayer, a recipe for disaster

Trick or treat, you still want to do it?

– Patree Haynes