If my forefathers were slaves <br />Then who the heck am I. <br />To allow my integrity <br />Not to favorably reach the sky. <br /> <br />I've acheived so much <br />Even since Civil Rights. <br />But why do I worry <br />Over little things at night. <br /> <br />The bills, the economy <br />The society eroding with sin. <br />My destiny, my culture <br />I've searched to no end. <br /> <br />This ers'a voice of slavery <br />Makes it look like your free. <br />But it disguises itself <br />Mocking freedom ambiguously. <br /> <br />Sneaking, mentally disturbing you <br />Emotionally and even financially. <br />It robs you of your focus <br />Dimming your vision psychologically. <br /> <br />Obligated by commitment <br />Enthralled by its illusions. <br />Not enough time resting <br />Baffled by progress and confusion. <br /> <br />My life is in God's hands <br />Its back to Him we must go. <br />For He's our only help <br />He's the only truth we know. <br /> <br />Slavery may not mean freedom <br />But to be enslaved is the sin. <br />Its really about your character <br />And how you live from within.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slavery-enslaved/
