Oh! That I may be at liberty.
I want to shake off these shackles that weigh me down and hold me captive.
Oh! That I may soar in the lovely expanse of the “life I have always longed to live.”
I am tired of toiling and dredging.
Peoples’ opinions and expectations have incarcerated me.
I am diminishing and dying in this prison.
The slave master “fear” and “self loath” have beaten me mercilessly and starved me.
At times, they give me the loaf of “self-pity” and “polluted water” of depression for my meal.
Oh! How I long to be free.