I live my life wishing to be free,
thinking there is some clear solution I should see.
Just like my ancestors,
I am a slave not to man but mind.
From the blade my wrists are lined.
My self-esteem works hard to stay alive
but it is whipped and crushed.
The pain is all on the inside.
But my heart will write a new emancipation proclamation.
Maybe I'm strong enough to break these chains.
I will free my brain,
and embrace my name.
With help I will rise above.
Myself I will learn to love.
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Heart And Soul
PoetryThis is all my works combined into one book. Some is about my battle with depression, others are about me trying to help others. Please tell me what you think. All comments are welcome, and my inbox is open.
