They say freedom's an illusion so you won't try...

I ain't into sayin' yes sir, no sir, we ain't get no closer to heaven by doing what they say we're supposed'ta.

Their standards engrossed us, on lanyards we post up like bitches on leashes... save us, Jesus, S'il vous plait.

What pleases these tyrants that freeze us and squeeze us, release us of freedoms, they teach us. Paid preachers that fleece us, like sheep to the slaughter. I pray for my daughter whenever she's thought up. N'what era she's brought up I pray that she sees thru the air and the water. I hope the pollution won't clear what I taught her. I fear what was started will end where my heart is... Dearly departed.

I pray that I fought it enough that she'll see it and follow her heart til she's off of their radar. This is my prayer Dear God, Abba, Father. Don't let this life soak up my soul, I don't want it.

if money and fame's all there is I won't flaunt all my gifts.. I would rather alone, than have love if it's... watered, down to the shit that I've seen on tv.. Free me.

-K.E

Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.