It's a party, a celebration.
It's happiness, it's elation
To have the realisation
Don't condemn.
It's new, it's a rebirth
To know that your self worth
Is embedded in this earth
And not in them.
You start to understand
That you're a human, not a brand.
You begin to free your hand
From chains and whips.
You can finally declare
that you are yours, not their's.
You dissect your own welfare
From their harsh lips.
They no longer have a grasp
On your future or your past,
You can't be an outcast
If you don't want in.
All these years you've been restricted
And you thought it was self inflicted
But you cannot be convicted
With no sin.
The bitter words that spatter
From their tongue no longer matter,
the deceptive glass has shattered,
It has vanished.
No more the slave that pleads them
Or the lonely soul that needs them.
Your desperation feeds them.
Let them famish.
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