Hi all,
I appreciate your grace as I ease my way back into things and recognize my late posting. Attaching a model poem here that I am planning to use when we launch our programming! Based on Freedom x Langston Hughes
Freedom will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.
I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.
I live here, too.
I want my freedom
Just as you
Prompt/Discussion Questions:
What does it mean to be free?
What activities or practices make you feel free? Joyful?
How does this poem relate to the idea that Freedom delayed is Freedom denied?
Kendall
