Freedom Winds Poem by Stanley Dorsey

Black Minds in the Wind
Whirling thoughts of our forever waving conscience
Neither devoured or consumed by opposition
Whirling through tribulations, forever waving among the stars
Rejected and shunned claiming us rotten fruit
Forever we wave a sustainable root
Look beyond the tree nothing you see
This is the form before the firstborn
Invisible and transcending
Here is where the mind exist
The place is every place
Forced into the wind I be
No clouded perception, no understanding me
A free blowing, form growing but missed.
Living, dying and living again
Black Minds in the Wind