Modern Day Slave

March 18, 2019

Feeling like a modern day slave, we

Confine our feet with Jordan's, we

Cuff our arms with MK watches, We

Hold our tongues with respect from

Those who don't respect us.

Our body draped in clothes with holes that we all can thank Yeezy for

And we suffocate ourselves with the tightest

Jeans that squeezes out the truth.

We're blinded

Not realizing that we have been brainwashed to

Believe that everything we're wearing what brings value to us.

That the cost of our clothes will equal the costs of our worth.

And not that at birth we were already kings and queens

We are modern day slaves, stuck with the mindset that materialist things will bring me happiness

But

What they failed to tell us is that once

We die these materialistic things can't go with us

That in our afterlife we won't be judged jingoistically

But by what we've done.

And if we won't to be realistic the only thing that was worn out was our soul that we never left free.

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