I'm 18. I started writing to express what I couldn't say out loud. That transitioned to writing poems that would either help someone heal, laugh, smile, or realize a problem in their life or the world. Writing to me, is an escape from reality.
Brought over in physical chains, treated like insects. The belief that one’s background, determines who he is and will be. Though times have passed, the chains remain. Not only for those who were brought in it, but all those who
We transferred… From cages in reality, To cages of the mind. Stuck in a mindset. Where someone owes you something. Instead of working for it, You blame others for your misfortune. “The White Man” kept me from getting this or