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.