My soul cries out for freedom, the longing to be free, the desire to roam unhindered, unrestricted. My soul longs to explore like a child, my soul longs for a childlike existence, to run around and touch flowers anew. My soul longs to experience the beauty of nature without caution.
My soul longs for freedom, to speak without censor, to express its thoughts without adjustment or adapting. My soul longs to spew it out whole without chewing it first, my soul longs to say it as it comes without passing it through funnels and funnels of appropriateness, sieves of refinement or pressing it through cheesecloth of political correctness.
My soul longs to love as love comes, to like as like comes, to dislike as dislike comes. My soul longs to feel as it feels. My soul longs to live and let live. My soul longs for freedom, to not be bound by political correctness, cultural relevance, societal pressure, religious consideration and governmental regulations. My soul longs to just be, just BE!
Beautiful Ivory 