Life & Prison

Finally, I am out of that hellhole

As I walk outside
And the fresh air stings my nose
With the smell of flowers and grass and chicken wings,
I am glad to know that I am free.
Free of the shackles that constantly
Strangled my ankles and wrists with a grip
Tighter than an anaconda choking its prey,
Free of the mixture
Of hard cement-like products
That was called “food”,
Free of the cruel guards
That looked for any chance
To throw an insult at me

But when I got back home,
I noticed that things changed.
Now bias outlooks and harsh critics
Strangles my opportunities
Into dust
Now the mixture of flawless intelligence and talent
Is needed to survive
Now people kick me into
A bottomless pit, everyday,
Just to make me lose hope

Now I know that
Life is not different
From prison