Shackled

Will I ever be satisfied?

People look at me and say, “Dang girl. Calm down. Slow down. Pay your dues.”

But I think I’ve paid dem shits times two.

My mind is working overtime churning out ideas on how to succeed. I’ve got a million of these. But still got kids to feed. People don’t feel me. They don’t understand my plight, they don’t recognize my might, their oversight is my delight.

I just wanna be FREE!

To rock this shit how it’s supposed to be!

Let me take the stage.

Hollup, let me get that mic!

Let me do my thang, with my southern twang- let me blow your mind!

You can’t confine this energy, this cinergy, this ministry, it’s here in me, you hearing me? I’m busting at the seams, with these dreams, visions, delightful kisses, wishes. It’s not supposed to be bottled up in me.

I see how they go crazy. Wanting desperately to showcase this hazy vision, but some men, can’t hear me though. They can’t feel my flow. They don’t even wanna know where I’m going. Cuz they can’t fathom getting there.

I cry tears of frustration cuz I’m ready to rock this shit!

You got me sittin in a fuckin cubicle. Writing bullshit, fallin asleep, collecting a paycheck, ends never meet.

I wish I could fly up outta here. I wanna take you too, but you won’t go with me. Cuz your mind is confined to the bottom line. You don’t see the blessing in this mind, these hands, this heart. I just wanna bless you. Let me show you what I can do.

FUCK

I’ve got so much to give.

So much talent.

So much passion.

So much love.

And you want me to keep running up this wheel?