Chained Voices

This is for a generation raised by grandparents and absent parents,
This is for girls and boys blinded by life struggles,
such that their hands are stretched waiting to tap someone who will lead them.
This is for boys who are now men who’ve grown up without fathers and are now wondering,,,
How do we figure how to be a father figure???
This for that girl who thinks she’s not beautiful so she sells her body forgetting her body is beyond shillings.
This is for that woman, still jobless,
not because she’s not competent but because she refused to rise up in life by lying down.
This is for walls inside us, for fights that are not physical
This is not about Sundays,
This is about finding God in our Bibles everyday.
This is for me, this is for us, this is for who we are and not for who we choose to be.
I am young but too old to find satisfaction in fashion and complements when all I’m really looking for is something that completes me.

You see,,,
Some poets write on what they see,
Most of them are just facing aliens in their minds
Listen to their words carefully and you will see,
You will see how society has made casualties of wars they stood just to piece to see peace.
Listen to them keenly
and you will hear how society has turned them into mad men and women
who run around battling addictions with powerful words,
who chase down mental illness with ryhmes and rythms that demand freedom.
For most of us are not bound,
Not by opinions, but by the chains that make our minds tell us we are free.
So the next time you meet a poet,
be nice, be the right one, and when they open up, these rythms and ryhmes will start flowing with the beats of their hearts and they will dance with their minds free once more.

~Script Amwanzo (Tamsus)