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Uncertain is the ground I walk. Thin as a sheet of glass, Or hard as a solid rock, But neither my eyes can pass.   Wreckless is the game I play. Stamping and stomping,
Blaming the white men Is the idea, the insane ideas That many of you have in your eyes
1865...a year of freedom Free at last! Free at last! I have a dream to be free From these cold chains of brass. Colored in bondage Bounded by ivory ignorance. Fighting for freedom is a crime
Holding my words above my head. Words stemmed from rumors that bring out the worst. I, the kindest soul... have grown the meanest exterior. All because of the words... held above my head.
Dear Me,   Soon, you’ll see, very soon, when the moon’s out, In a glorious afternoon where it’s rare  To see her scout amongst the chaos ‘round, You will see a girl starring eastbound and,
To my own demons: Internal weakness, sin of sloth, why must you chain me down so?
Light Living in my skin When daylight reaches past 8 And arises before 7 An axe splits open my shell A familiar coffin of cobwebs
One day We'd be free they said We'd be liberated If that's true Then why are there still shackles Weighing down my every move Preventing me to take even the slightest step forward
What does the flag mean to me? You want me to say something cliché Like freedom Joy Peace  But all in all to me the flag  Mean the exact opposite of free People would get mad  If I were to shout  America was never great But what they don't get is
I used to be free However, now I do see The chains bound to me
I wander throughout the world in a chain of my own making A chain for which I cannot escape A chain that I drag from continent to continent.   I made the chain Link by link
I write from my heart The feelings of my soul Poetry is an art With no specific goal
When we die, We don’t need anything. We walk to our deaths as we are, With nothing to hold us down but a Small chain of memory wrapped around our minds.
Even God has chains. He is bound to do what is right based on his own written words. Yet you defie those words, using his holy words for your own pursuit. 
  These chains are wrapped around my heart My heart waits for the key of love to set it free This key is something special for you and me You will set my heart free I can set your love free
The heart is a lock; Love is the key. Once you open it, you don't want it to close.  Hurt and pain are chains that will keep it closed. When it's closed, it's hard for it to open up. My insecurity is trust and it's hard to gain, so don't lose it.
Life is perfect now it hasn't always been see all of the problems started around the time that I turned ten   My dad died when I was six and then there came the coke Mommy became addicted
Whisps of ashy gray smoke occasionally drift over the walls. Sometimes, when the wind blows just the right way, I can smell the charred, silent world outside of my fortress.
Amongst the dulled murmur, a clear song rises.   Even as the chains bind our arm, our hearts soar free, only hindered by the limits of our imagination.   
My chains loosen as I realize what you are How long have I been against these bars? Why hadn’t I seen this all before?
Are we one? It's hopeless I know this devoid of devotion.       So tired of the maddness and sick of emotions dividing the classes and poisoning the masses.                       So I'm strictly devoted.
Wake up Ameirca!
You tell me, "It's ok, it'll all be over soon." And in a way, you were right.   It was over.   My sense of direction and morality. The knowledge that what I fought for was freedom.
Shyness plagues my fate everyday
Beware for I have no easy knack for writing, But that is not stopping me from trying.   Come hither, I will read you a letter.
Chains no more I'm lifted from my burden Snapped my fingers and the earth flew away Chains no more  Spelling out my freedom Meeting my prosperity for the first time Chains no more
Feel the heat, feel the heat; Let the souls of the damned surround; From the first and the last; Feel the heat of their fires abound; Free from the system we crave; To explore the sensual magic we've found.
There are times you're so simply Unapologetically you! Killer times, when jaws drop
Who am I?A brown girl?A tall girl?The girl who changesher hair often? Who am I?The introvert?The intellegent one?The sarcastic one?
I used to wear my heart for all to see.I wore it on my sleeve,easy to reach, no protection.But enough people stabbed it.And it would bleed and bleed. But no more.
Take these chains off my wrists, take them off my ankles. Take this mask off my face, take it off right now! These chains held me back! That mask held my face, held my true identity.
The problem is that people can only speak with                                     oneMouth. Most people will only listen to a person a single                         time.
Confined by these chains They're tying me down I'm feeling no pain as I helplessly drown Floating and spinning in the waves of despair A weight's being lifted
I say now, to the man who used to make my heart bleed, I love you even more. And when, those flooding tears stream, I love you like before. Because I’ve decided to break those wretched chains,
The world has shut me out. Told to never speak truths again. My mind holds back my hearts true nature and shoves it in a corner of doubt. My poor heart slowly becomes passive like a wild lion whipped into submission.
Cold cement. Dirty feet. Cold shoulder. Dirty look. He asks himself, when was the transition from human to animal? Every clink in his cup sounds like the rattling of chains. He is bound.
Here I am, once again Chains that shackle my feet To an ideal, To a model, A model with such small features, such crimson cheeks, Such a snow complexion, Slavery has ended,
Here I am, once again Chains that shackle my feet To an ideal, To a model, A model with such small features, such crimson cheeks, Such a snow complexion, Slavery has ended,
We stood. We stood in the streets, On the courthouse steps, In the park, By the church. We stood.
Chains chafe my skin My blood mixes with the sweat upon my back Both rivulets running down and racing to the dry dirt My burden affixed upon my shoulders
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