These chains
that have restrained my vocal chords
making me believe
there was nothing to say
no voice
knowing I have to get them off
free the words
sentences that form
prose and articles
These chains
that have been put on by oppressors past
making me believe
they matter more than I
so loyal
knowing I have to get beyond this
free the skeletons
paragraphs filled with
dialogue and plot twists
These chains
that have bound my inner being
making me believe
I need to take control
no choice
knowing I have to break loose
free the creativity
situations released through
poems and stories
These chains
that will hold me no longer
making me believe
others should know my plight
so resilient
knowing there’s someone who suffers like I
free their restraints
essays composed of
patience and hope
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