I Am Not Free

Poetry
I Am Not Free. I’ve allowed them to tie chains around my feet to keep me from embracing my future: the chains are supposed to be a daily reminder of how hard will be for me to get ahead and be prosperous; the chain bruise my ankles to keep me in fear of going forward

They put chains around my eyes to keep me from seeing how beautiful I really am; to keep me from seeing the amazing self that I truly am; to keep me from seeing the detrimental plan that they have for my life; to keep me from seeing love in an unpainful way.

They put chains around my mind to make me think that I am less than they, squeezing the life out of my self-worth; They want me to think that I cannot make it over their high hurdles or out of the traps they set just for me I have allowed them to make me a statistic, a black dot on a white sheet of paper, a last choice, a runner up, a substitute, a career prostitute, a bed warmer, a childish dreamer, a hopeless case, a disgrace to the human race

As long as I give them power over me, I am enslaving myself and I will never be free.

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