The Condition Of Our Lives

Created By: Yamaiyah Jones

In slavery, we are oppressed

Shot down by our superior

We settle into this state at birth

Constantly constant

Breaking down, broken

Our mental capacity transforms us into being inferior

We are often controlled

What we wear, what we eat, what we like

Who to love, what to say, what to see

This state submits to the road we choose to take

Our love submits into this mental state

And our temple has no need to say what it truly needs to say

An infinity symbol is something we cannot become

Our minds won't allow it

Life always comes to an end

The restrictions placed on our livestyles are knit

Knit into a place of conforming

We are stuck

Placed in a stray jacket of our own mental health

The rain placed above us calls down

Only to our luck

We might shout at it

Afraid of its becoming

Its morph frightens our soul

The showering rain of fortune, unfortunately unloving

But this does not define us

Our power, our sins, our love, our goals

This melanin, my beautiful skin

My enlightenment overshadows my sins

My voice- once overpowered 

I was silenced, silent

Quiet

I now use this voice to create, to encourage, to love

My soul is driven

Driven by this magical entity placed above my eyes

 My lies, kidnapped

This overwhelming force once cried, weeped, yearned for love

I now use this broken mental capacity as a strength more than a weakness

Introducing myself to my flaws but overtime breaking down my walls

Walls, the barrier placed above me

Finding my voice through poetry

Through expressing, learning, teaching, crying, weeping, experiencing

Experiencing the pain transformed by my temple

I believe in love but loss

In equality, in society, in spirit

I believe in loyalty, in strength, in care, and endearment

Our freedom- the most intoxicating creature

I've found my voice, now it's time to believe it