Inspired by the quote:
Repeat after me: I am free.
Shackled and chained my soul remained
Tamed by the society I blame
Labels and opinions: society’s minions
Tear at the last pieces of my self-esteem, self-confidence, self-image
Thoughtlessly continuing their pillage
“She’s black,” they point
Just like the others you’ll find her at the end of a joint
“She’s just a girl,” they say
Too much is all she’ll ever weigh
But I must be more than they think of me
I am more than the simple pronoun “she”
I finally found the key to loving me
Truth is, I’ve always been free
I wrote this poem in the midst of the night after tossing and turning in my bed for too long. The words kept flashing through my brain as if yearning to be free. I got up and wrote these uncensored feelings until my soul was satisfied and sleep was finally mine. This poem addresses the constant judgements I am afflicted by. Too often negativity is spread through foolish tongues whose minds’ see no wrong. The simple quote, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all,” speaks volumes to me.