Slavery Shackles
Legs bound by rusty metal
Unable to walk or run
Every step feels as if walking in quick sand
Wanting to escape but knowing you cannot
Being owned is so much more painful
Than being controlled
Living life the way you should
Never crossing anyone
Living according to the laws
Still unable to gain respect
Being judge by the color of my skin
Feeling owned once again
The modern day shackles unlike the shackles of old
But still just as degrading
Not able to hold your head high
But only feel shame and worthlessness
Hold your head high
The Shackles that bind you makes you stronger.
