Self Critical Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

My mind is unbound but I still feel the shackles around my thoughts
Hold my right to speak or do, rest my words and action be used against me
I walk along to see if the today I had all pictured in my head is all that
Whether right or wrong, I step out without much assurance of what life is to be

Questions linger in my head if the society is right and just in all its judgement
I might not have it all figured out but at least I see the way society breaks its own
Without a holding hand and a fat herd of cattle and a name to your bloodline
All the aspirations of the young are washed a bay, a society critical of itself and its own

How to be well in a sickly society is the real quagmire in our day
We moved from raising our own in modest essence prioritizing values
Now we break our own with classism if they don't fit in the particular strata
Every now and the in the self-critical I have to recheck if am still in my lane.

If my thinking is in right with that of the society then I am bound to be right
My wings are clipped and I am left to follow a path left before me not stretch in possibilities
If I talk like nobody talks and think like nobody think I might just be right
When I share my open mind I might just offend, I better cave and stay self-critical to survive.