Monday, May 4, 2009

After the Funeral IV

I think about sitting
my one-day daughter on my lap
after she’s asked,
why I shake hands with an old friend
and telling her the whole truth;
not some bullshit easy answer.

Telling her all about class & protocol
hierarchy
concealed daggers
& superstition

Telling her the meaning of Freedom
is not having to take shit from anybody
& Liberty
is our Freedom to choose
who our friends are

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