Too many rules for a rebel soul.
A delinquent since conception.
When abortion cannot faze me.
In my mother's womb, erred contraceptions of the heart.
No matter how dark and narrow the path is, nothing will hold in capture my free spirit.
I am not a slave to unforgiveness a burden I laid down forgotten, too absent-minded to carry.

Yea, I shift my consciousness and awakened every web of bondage. For a
kindred spirits not familiar to endure.
Open wings stretched to it limits.
Flapping inside out as I take flight to explore taboos, higher and beyond.
My only hope if to fly like an eagle.
Swimming perfectly in shallow mists
I dare the devil for his truth. Never got it but will keep searching for the holy grail.

My speech can never be bolted nor locked
Neither can my actions in Orange called jailbirds.
I break prison through tunnels, see I actually break my phobia for clusters
I keep searching for a beautiful ending to mark a new beginning.
My fears can never hold me hostage.
I cannot be outside my head and rule my mind inwardly.
My thoughts raced as my fears chased
The truth they say will set me free, but they willfully omitted the part that it will crush my spirit.

I won the race, independence is here.
Throwing the keys of these lockdowns and bringing light to the right and power I desire.
I can never be caged again, liberty is emphasized in my psyche.
The openness of my heart for tomorrow brightens my face.
Desired handshakes and hugs, alterations of civilizations.
If feels good to be under the sun again, slowly life is creeping back on us.
Today I will barely take a gulp from that cup of my forebearers; bloody, bitter, sweet, their fights echoes in victory.

Today I will just take a sip with no mask or isolation of my impressions.
Cheers to those before us who were in the frontlines.
They use their heart to rule and not their spear.
We are finally free from freedom.

©®dasalonetiti Rahima