The Emancipation Proclamation
How I Learned to be Free
Where do I fit in the world?
Do I have a place?
After many agonizing hours I realized
I do not need to fit into this world.
I do not need a place in it.
I only need to fit inside of myself.
I am my best place.
There is only one question remaining.
Who are you?
Who are you in relation to yourself?
I hope you are not the decrepit home you drive by on purpose.
I hope to God,
To your God, not my God,
That you choose yourself on purpose.
It is no easy feat, no accidental victory.
Go on.
Try you on for size.
Fit inside of yourself.
Be your best place.
Let us sing of freedom together:
"We are our best place."
About the Creator
Meg Brackenbury
Hey ya'll! I'm Meg! I believe the best work causes us to stop and think for a minute before we continue forward. I invite you all to take a peek into the worlds I have created. Enjoy!
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