Voices of the Slaves

Finally Free!

Free to be me.

Free to believe.

Free to achieve.

You put me in a state of persecutory delusion;

I was in such a state of confusion,

That it took so many years for me to get back to being me...though only slightly.

To learn what you did to me,

I had to be placed in an institution

Where freedom, was by no means an option of restitution.

Now this knowledge is my power

As a tool in the battle

For when we face in the darker hour.

Finally Free!

Free for me to see.

That I can now receive.

What was owed to me.

You tried to manipulate,

Dissent and triangulate,

In an attempt to turn my heart to stone but

Rattle and shake my good heart stays put.

I've been shaking off these chains that bound

That you thought had the strongest hold,

All the while you underestimated my bold

Now, peer at them on the ground.

Finally free!

Free from your tyranny.

Free from you judging me.

Free from disparity.

My heartbreak story will be my glory

As I march through the days ahead.

The goal before me is distance from your purgatory

Even though I know that the further I go,

I may be doomed to be lonely.

To turn back, I'd be better off dead

Ha!

Your lies won't work on my anymore

For I am Finally Free!

Finally free!

Free from your claim on me.

Free from you mediocrity.

No longer discouraged by your insecurity.