mock me if you must.
Look down on my soul
categorize my potential
and swallow my future goals.
Litter the streets with propaganda
where systemic threats start to mold.
Invisible chains become captive cages
too strong to hold-
improving minds blindfolding brilliance
yet no where to go
bold with abandoning control,
Could it be a simplistic design
one stuck between a dare and the truth of a dream
with only one place to grow.
Am I really all alone.