Poem of the Day: Freedom

Listening to Langston Hughes
on the stoop, 91st street blues,
going back in time 
with memories in my mind.

my heart won't allow love
to linger, so it better
pack its bags 
and head for the Canadian border. 

through compromise
I have learned to die,
through forever,
I have learned to live. 

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
My freedom from you is my own blue print.