By Jessenia Cintron
Why am I Bound in this man made prison?
Why am I a slave to this imperfect system?
Hog tied with no escape in sight
Bound by my words
Bound by my actions
Bound by circumstances
My hands are trapped now
Because my mind is bound
Poisoned to be a part of the world around me
Though no one could possibly care less about me
Bound was what I never sought to be
Being bound was what I carried in my mentality
I will free my mind
So that no one can bind my hands again
And when I attain my freedom once more I will share my new unbound destiny