I know bondage. Unwilling restrictions
by chains or mental addictions,
unlawful practices that penetrate the perimeters of the soul.
The founder and first bounded is intricately unknown,
for this ill practice spread like a contagious disease
until only two were left, the bound and the free.
Now a cemented caste system, as they comfortably sit, the oppressors
argue their humanity when the oppressed press against their fetters.
I’m tired of bondage. Not bein’ able to reach prosperity
due to the restrictions bein’ placed on me,
admirable, ambitious, worked the kinks out every inch;
there’s only one remaining: how to escape the boundaries of this fence.
I’ve yet to experience freedom, though I image how it will be,
for relinquishing these chains will manifest the fullness of me.
