Freedom Cries: If The Fruit Of Freedom Is Joy, Why Are We Still Crying?

These poems are about times that were difficult to comprehend, to bear and very painful. These poems are of a race only wanting freedom and peace. A people that were proud, but never able to display it. Had eyes that were never able to look up. A voice that could never speak what they wanted to say. A people strong as wind, but gentle and soft as a snowflake at heart. Only wanting to be left alone to be what God made them to be . . . His children and free.