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Unshackle Me
The shackles that hold me
Visible to my eye alone.
The collar around my neck
Only cause I allow it.
The chains around my feet
Have bound me to this prison,
A prison I call home
But feels a dungeon.
The boulder on my chest
Shouldn't keep me so stunted,
But what a great locksmith
I've turned out to be
An oppressor I have made me
To hold myself in place
And even when I try to
I cannot let me go.
A slave I have turned me
To serve until I'm dead.
But maybe someday
Unshackled I'll become.
Copyright ©
Diamond Chris
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