Steps

One foot out
now in motion
I take the first step
and the robe that draped my bear skin
is now covering cement that still lingers of warmth
from when I was there

step two
open my arms
throw back my head
sun rays fed
my soul
free

step three
sirens scream
mothers snarl
and men seem to not lose focus
can I get to step four without
taking away liberties
nope

now in the back of a cop car
but life happens
in the search of personal liberties
my naked soul bearing
formed a road block in progress
and it may be this way for centuries