Rise up black child-The world awaits
Embrace your skin - You are beautiful
Embrace your round nose- You are beautiful
Embrace your accent- Africa sings through you
Beautiful black child never forget - You are special

When shall I be freed from this  unholy cage?
When shall I be freed from this vile addiction?
Three months have gone
I have been strong
But this I know
I am not free

Growing up as a child I was bullied
My heart was constantly stabbed with painful words
I never understood why
One day when I truly looked into the mirror everything made sense


In life there are things that you can never have no matter how hard you try
Physical beauty is the one thing I can never have
As a child I  always ran away from my reflection
The absolute absence of self love made it difficult to look
There are few things that I've hated in my life as much as I  hated myself
I am under no illusions
My face can never cause the heart of  someone s' daughter to quicken
or cause her knees to weaken
I find it hard to believe that I can ever be the object of someone s' lustful fantasies
I am ugly and that is no lie
It does not matter if you see the glass as being half full or half empty the verdict will always be the same
I can never run away from it
No amount of tears no amount of self hatred and no amount of  wistful fantasies of a life where I am not ugly can  ever change that



So what if I am ugly?
Should I stop living ?
Should I stop smiling?
Should I stop laughing ?
Why should my ugly stop me from being who I want to be ?
Should I isolate myself from the world?
Should I not allow myself to connect with others?
Should I allow myself to drown  an infinite ocean of self hatred and depression?
Should I ignore every good thing in my life because of my ugly?
Do I not need to allow myself to live despite my ugly?
No I will live
I will accept my ugly and carry on living
Do I not owe myself this much
Do I not deserve to be happy?
I refuse to be restricted by my ugly.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Freedom  - the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants.

Freedom : smiling without a care
Freedom : believing that i am worth speaking to.
Freedom : believing that I am worth loving.
Freedom : knowing that my worth is not determined by my outward appearance.
Freedom : contentment
Freedom : acceptance


Listen I found freedom.
One day I let go .
One day I walked away .
I escaped the prison of my own making an I was freed from the chains the held me back .

Today
I am an ocean current.
I am the wind.
I am free.