Freedom Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

There is something glorious when fresh planted flowers bloom on a Sunday
How about when the sounds of singing baby birds relaxes a human's ears in the Spring?
Have you ever felt something you wish could last from one season to the next, my friend?
Something so innocent it can hurt.
Well, I dream to see flowers bloom on a Sunday.
And how I love to hear birds relaxing me in the Spring
And I hurt from being excited when you challenge me.

Oh, how strong I am bound with sweet and citrus guilt
However, I do recall feeling it once before
But those ships has sailed, I will not aboard
Not anymore
I am in the now, living for the moment
If I feel guilty then I wish to take my punishments like a man.
...like a man who has murdered ten to twenty times.
Waiting has never done me any good
I miss out on life but you never could.

Finally, while I confess my sins
My mind takes me back to what I really knew.
Fresh planted flowers on a Sunday
Singing baby birds in the Spring.
Ahh...the feeling of being renewed.
And now the pain at the pit of my stomach
You must be challenging me.
Tho this is not a game
Something serious is going on
The unsaid words hiding behind our laughs, certainly
I could be wrong.

My friend, I confess to you
My days are never worth living unless you walk into my life ready
to face our challenges together
And certain that we could never lose.

My friend, I confess to you
These are not confessions of love
But confessions of pure admiration.
Life is about unexpected revelations.
I remember when you were reveiled to me.
Ahh...the feeling of being renewed.
Suddenly, I don't feel a bit guilty.