Speak From Your Soul

5.Moving On

Moving on by: user85334386

The first step of moving forward is actually taking the first step.

I thought my first step would be a big check, incorrect.

My first steps to freedom were in shackles. Shackles around my ankles and wrists.

I'm bleeding.

Bleeding blood shed from ancestral veins that links me to the present world. I was hypnotized, not by my chemistry professor but by my biological pre ancestral roots.

I was trapped. Trapped in my head like a bull when they see red.

I saw red. I saw red in my dreams as my great great great grandmother bleed for me not to lose my sanity.

'Crack'

I was confined in real time but free in the spirit realm. As I screamed negro spirituals out of my mouth, the sound of gushing amniotic fluid popped in my ears.

I was confined between these four walls, but in confinement, I was birthed in freedom.

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Introducing Denicia,
I'm an avid poet. I like to write free verse poetry versus structured poetry and I love to write about recent societal problems and conflicts that have embarked a strong feeling of urgency and conviction on my heart.