You stopped my words,
and you choked my mind.
When you control creatives –
when you try to manufacture them,
you create bigger sins.
Oh but you create such dark sins.
But I don't resent you,
far from it, I thank you ;
for I realized I can’t be manufactured and sized to fit all.
Now I wear my dimensions proudly.
I wear my creativity like a hat, on my hips, in my words.
I was scared before, I am not anymore.
I will find my kind and we will roar in our jungles far from your cages.