Institutionalized without my consent
Held in a maze Adam and Eve conceived
My mentally unstable
Makes me physically unable
to grasp even the vapors
of existence minus shackles...yet
I dare to dream.....
You see
This Negro speaks of rivers like Sir Langston....
Flowing wild and free...righteously...Inciting me
I can be whatever it is I fight to be…
I won’t let fear overtake
And make me its slave
Though I’m scared and unsure…
I’ll learn to be brave
Refuse to be led by man
God is my Creator
I, the clay in his hand
The prospect of my future is no longer bleak
The lie I will stifle
The truth I will speak
Sometimes life equals darkness
And the light won’t shine through
Don’t forget what is promised
Just fight til it’s due…