Tag Archives: Mental Slavery

It Was You

Truth is deeper than answers.

Are you a whore?

A thief?

Or a product of a broken home where love was just an Imagination in the hands of a father’s Temptation to leave. 

His seeds now only watered by a Mother’s sweat and tears from years of having no Son to lift the burden of floods that have unearthed our ancestors graves. 

Slaves to a system of oppression that only finds us worthy in courts. Golden State or State Penitentiary. Different, or equal to bloodstained cotton that clothed Caramel children. 

Cacao beans are too bitter to taste, so we add milk and sugar in hopes that sweetness can erase the pain, dilute the hate. 

But I prefer my coffee black.

Black as the space between my roots and petals. A place that’s filled with unanswered questions, and suggestions of distant leaders whose spirits are still screaming for freedom. 

Why are we still chained? 

Why are we still caged?

And who swallowed the key?

It was you.

Yes.

You.

Now spit it out. 

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The Straight and Narrow, It’s Hard to be Gay There

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I often wonder how life would be if we were free.

If gravity and broken wings no longer existed.

If beauty, joy, and laughter never faded.

The key to these cages, are said to exist within the mind.

Religions seem to darken the shades already covering the eyes of the blind.

Are the streets of gold too holy for the feet of a weary soul to touch?

Is He who is said to be the embodiment of love, too proud of a judge,

to forgive his delinquent children for dropping the cup, which contains the blood,

spilling the communion, leaving a smudge

On these earthly clothes

Aren’t we all stained by pain, handling it in different ways?

Drugs, indulging in chocolate,

A world full of slaves, desiring to escape.

The straight and narrow, its hard to be gay there,

The wages of being broken is death, thats why I didn’t stay there.

The path was too cold, so I took Frost’s advice,

And stepped on the one less traveled.

Found out God’s only word is Love, guess he’d lose a game of Scrabble.

The game the world invented.

Built on men’s decisions.

Rooted in false perceptions of perfection.

And not to mention: the ultimate deception is to believe that the Creator’s love mimics ours,

Based on conditions.

My wings aren’t so broken.

Sometimes I just fly in the wrong direction.

Then God breathes, pointing me back to heaven.

I used to wonder how life would be, if we were truly free.

Eternity opened my eyes, it was nothing but a dream.