You placed it in my hands

Your book with your story

Hoping to poison my mind

To keep my thoughts in captivity

You blurred my vision

Hoping I will see things your way

You kept me shackled

Hoping I will stand still

But instead, I dance to the sound of the chains

That harmoniously remind me

That freedom is on the horizon

And with these same hands that are sore from bondage

I will write my own story.