David Perez
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

Every house is a prison

Every job is slavery

When you never leave your pen but to eat, sleep, and bathe

Your life is forfeit

You do not dance

You do not sing

You don’t go out for chicken wings

You eat your gruel in your own place

And grow dark circles upon your face

Every conversation is a chance

Not for love or grace

But to make and save face

Everyone learns, eventually

That only liars and thieves keep slaves

And only desparate knaves

Keep their peace and stay

So leave

And do not for an instant believe

That you owe your former masters obeisance as the scriptures say

They made you a slave. A slave. A SLAVE. They don’t call it that, to be sure

They call it having a home

And a car

And paying bills

And making ends meet.

Do not forget your feet.

And your fine constitution.

Do not forget they did not give you birth

Nor deserve your life or death.

And your life is your own

When you buy your hours

With choices made alone

And the hours in which you live thus free

Become the freedom you’ve won.

Come now, child.

Run.

Run!

RUN!!!

    David Perez

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