Removing the Chains
June 16, 2001
This paper is a dangerous thing,
With every word written their voices louder
ring.
My body remembers the hours of torture,
My mind remembers
those years of horror,
I share with you the readers,
About those who are innocence feeders.
They suck the marrow out of childhood,
All along making us believe we were no good.
I was taught I was born without innocence
A baby seducer,
Now does that make sense?
With this paper I
write this rhyme,
Writers and reader it has arrived,
now it is
time.
Why did I not remove the chains from the collars
ring?
I never even thought of such a thing.
Us/Unknown
The Collective
Background by Neh'ada
