I am a slave

A slave to fashion

And yes, fashion often laughs at me

A slave to knowledge

With wisdom using me as a punchline

A slave to fantasy

And a star in reality’s thriller

A slave to reality

My individuality on life support

A slave to my skin

Chained up, whipped, bent over serving

A slave to my principles

Or is it my mother’s principles

I am waiting for a march

A declaration of emancipation

But who am i without my slavery

Freedom may be overrated.