Your hands
which are the chokehold
of my dreams
encompass my soul
your heart which is the
captive of my freedom
binds my wings
your love which is
the torture of the dead
burns my chest
you are the opressor
who locked me in this
cold cell of obligation
starved my soul of affection
my story lies buried
beneath the years
each degree unearthed by
painstaking torture
each step the effort of a thousand
my power is consumed by the
quest for determined survival
