They'll Call Me FreedomWhen I get older, I will be stronger, they'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag.I can smell it, the earth under the pads of my feet, the wind in the pines, sap running rich in the maples, the freshness of a midnight brook. Calm and cool under my skin, she is, the earth the ice to my fire. I move to the beating of her heart, the pounding of my feet in time to her steady breath, my hair caught in her wind, my body hidden under her night, my ears full of the sounds of her creatures. Her brother moon shines down on me, lighting my path, glinting in my eyes. I stop, stark, amidst a clearing, soft grasses tickling my calves, crickets chirp
Jumping The Moon- 2Fifth hour flew by. No one said anything about the fight. Derek was nursing a growing bruise on his cheek and there were red marks on his arms and neck but no one seemed to notice. Maybe this was a normal occurrence. I still kinda wanted to know what set them off. But I didn't ask. Fifth hour was Drawing, which made me super happy. We were in between projects, and while Derek finished his I was allowed to just sketch if I wanted to, or work on other homework. But my sketchbook was out before the teacher could finish her sentence.About halfway through the hour I glanced over at Derek, just curious to see what his project was. In colored penc