I am locked up here
With invisible iron bars.
Serving a sentence due to lack of investment
And doubtful stares concerning my ability to rise up and successfully fly.
Above the prison walls and questionable people…
Who do not owe or know me
Yet they hide and never allow themselves to grow with or meet me.
A bright and peaceful soul turned to a fighting
And disgruntled prisoner
Who demands his due
After years of fighting and oppression
From those who have refused to see
The value of a stronger mind and bright views
Of a more enjoyable future
Others were allowed such after not serving much time in this hell of a quiet, lonely , dark, and unfeeling situation and realm that is my life’s prison
Give me my equality and free spaces in which to roam and flourish
For my spirit knows the truth and will fight for such
Until the shackles of poverty, mistrust, and avoidance due to stubborn views leading up to my sentence
I shall grow stronger and then explode from my purest energies turned nuclear alike Chernobyl
My soul shall explode and take down the oppressors and these invisible bars that they have secluded me in
My Phoenix is my undying soul and will which shall fly away and be free to explore lands even planets closest to our sun.