Caged within prison bars.
The rigid education system only
taught her how to idolize Europe
and America but to despise her own.
She was deprived of her rich History,
Stripped of her culture and denied
any ties to her ancestral roots.
She became a child of conformity.
The genetically modified pumpkin.
Conditioned, culturally programmed
to think and act a certain way.
Suffocated by the realm of society.
Her mind is filled with graves of
thoughts once past.
She toils in a mental plantation.
Her mind doesn’t belong to her.
Cosigned, manipulated with a
Molded to accentuate a grand design.
Programmed to fear.
Her mind is a battlefield of uncertainty
and rhetorical questions.
A war ravaged area filled with doubt as
she battles an identity crisis.
The bars rattle, the wind howls.
Streams of consciousness overflow.
Seeds of knowledge sprout.
Reality hovers through the sky and
ushers in moments of clarity.
She breaks the chains and frees her
mind from the entrapment of the
well furnished gilded cage.
She re-aligns her thoughts with the truth.
A mind not impeded even to the slightest
by the barriers of space and time.
The revolution starts from the mind.