(Welcome to my latest exercise in an attempt to reach my goal of being a prolific writer in 2022. So, in addition to writing 1 short story each week ( Because Ray Bradbury said you can’t write 52 bad ones – challenge accepted!) I will be attempting to post an original poem each day in April. This is not going to be easy – I’ve not really written poetry since college. So, these will be thrown together each day and not very edited.

I can hear you now – sucky stories and bad poetry? Sign me up.

For more information about the blogging challenge, see http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/)

Back When We Were Free

Back when we were free…
(they say…)
We could say
We could joke
We could think
(they say…)
As we wanted

Back when we were free
(they say…)
no one was woke
no one was forced
The police were the good guys
who kept us safe
(they say…)
— Safe from what?
— or who?

Back when we were free…
(they say…)
We didn’t have to worry
About how one was gendered
About where one was from
About what to call people who didn’t look like us —
— We named them
Like Adam
Exercising dominion
Our divine calling
Back when we were free
(they say…)
Our destiny
(they say…)

Even if

Back when we were free
Others could never be.