Unapologetic

They say we're free — but I'm not fooled, The chains got sleek, the slave got schooled. Now we obey with a smile and plan, Freedom’s just a sleight of hand. Learn what they teach, not what is true, They mold your mind, then label you. Sit in rows, repeat the phrase, March in time through numbered days. Work when they say, rest on cue, Break your back for the corporate few. Pay your dues and still owe more, Locked in debt since you were four. They feed us lies on plastic plates, Processed dreams and altered states. "Eat your meal, don’t ask what’s in it," While they poison you by the minute. And when we’re sick from what they gave  They sell us meds to patch the grave. Pills to numb, to dull, to stall, Not to heal - just break the fall. They call it care, I call it curse, A branded fix that makes it worse. We pop their drugs, then praise the brand,  All part of the sleight of hand. Now enter the money - the trickiest tool, A fake little god we’re taught to ...

She reached for warmth in brittle air,  A touch, a breath, no solace there,  Just echoes threading through her spine,  The frost of silence misaligned. Her nerves, those weary phantom strings,  Forgotten songs the cold still sings.  She clung to light that wouldn’t stay,  A ghost of dawn, a night’s decay. I see her pain in shadows cast,  A love too slow, a wound too fast.  Yet through the numb, I feel her fight,  A soul still trembling toward the light. For every tear that fell unseen,  A ribbon tied to might-have-been.  And though the thaw may take its time,  Her name will pulse in every rhyme