September Poem by Eli Medina

There's only four seasons and this ones the greatest well at least for me, this weather... September set me free as your breeze, prophets on the sidewalk begging for change. The wind blows wild and I may move, But politicians lie and I am not fooled. You don't need no reason or a three piece suit to argue the truth, There ain't no reason things are this way Its how they've always been and they intend to stay, I can't explain why we live this way hoping September will set you free as well, The air on my skin and the world under my toes Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes, Chaos and commotion wherever I go, Love I try to follow, but trying to find her's the hardest part... Working your fingers bare to the bone Breaking' your back makes you sell your soul. Like a lung filled with coal, Suffocating slow... September Set me free, like the day you gave me to breath.