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This leaf she is freedom
A nurturing mistress
So sweet and kind
Never leaving me behind
My mind is free
like a little buzzing bee
The world is a fantasy
only real for the masses
My thoughts are jumbled
flowing sideways and backwards
The world is a storm
Blowing unmerifully
the world is a see
drifting ever so calmly
This plant she is mine
forevermore.
"smoking weed while muslim"
I'm not in prison for the weed.
They found not-my-plants in not-my-house
while I happened to be visiting
so they searched my car.
It was the Quran.
Suddenly things changed from
"it's just procedure"
to
"we need to search your home"
where they found the prayer rugs
and a couple of bongs.
Now my case is federal
for choosing the wrong religion.
Some laws,
some delusions and prejudices,
took my freedom away.
They can take my plants.
They can take my freedom.
But they can't shake my belief.
damn these are some good poems.. ill post a poem when im high later.. i gotta go to work now..