Legally

It scares me.

A little...

But not at all.

Mostly because 7 to 11 is 5.

5 days.

5 shifts.

5 nights.

5 phone calls.

Until I'm finally free.

Because a slave is free the moment he escapes.

But is he really free if the plantation 

owner does not he's gone?

What about the moment when they 

finally reach Cairo, and step off

that boat to free land?

A free state.

A free life.

What about that moment.

What about that call.

A legal bind.

A legal break.

It makes me wish we

had mountains

or places high.

Places where I can scream

and jump.

Cliff jumping.

Sky diving.

Free falling.

Anything that would give

my blood 

and nerves

and muscles 

and bones

a place and a moment

to celebrate the way they 

deserve.

They are free.

We are free.

I am one.

I am safe.

I am 

Sound.