Constricted, tied down to a thought Of how we’re living the labels given to us and there are billions of fishes in the sea but yet everyone is caught in a net.
We’ve told plus sized people that they can’t wear skinny jeans, because it’s not labelled for them. We’ve held obesity at gunpoint in the light of day as though they can only be loved at night.
We’ve forced shackles on men and women to tie them not by the threads of their heart but by the words of a constitution that darkens the glimmer of light within love that is kept hidden. When did the law and love intertwine to form handcuffs?
We cast our shadows on issues of racism; fought out wars with prejudice and hatred, only to be blinded by tainted teachings of a generation lost in separation and division. We fought colour on colour, “for society”.
Look around, seven point four billion people all alive, tied down to the judgements of society; an overbearing handcuff that controls our hearts and our soul, a journey of an already prewritten sequel. Look around, you and me, are we really free?