Spot of Freedom

This spot, this spot, so firm and alive It grows gracious hands, living to give To enhance all lives... much like their own They help the masses, one by one. This spot can be called, freedom spot Cause ignorance falls from our back Those wounded and scarred are soothe The helpful free our tears. The spot is Uptown, downtown, all around Our structured days from morn To close of eve; chases fear We hear words of good cheer. The spot has filled so many void No one hunger or thirst, they take pride Being a part of ASC (Aids Service Center) One and all stays sanctuary sharp. This spot of food, clothing, creativity and work Knows pandemic Aids have been no joke Now, human rights seeks cure, and better health Ask Sharen Duke; harm reduction equals soulful wealth. The spot is where love surely blooms Everyone within its grace, looms Higher, than those who fall, and stay down The spot of midtown is seen as hometown; Yes, the spot in Manhattan is where its at The strong survives, and learn new art Art as colorful as souls with fresh start Like blessed hands, minds, and heart. Find your way to see the spot Know what you have, or have not For in our world of blues, chaos and attacks Behold, life becomes art, at the spot. *