My Brain, My Life

Cusp of Dawn, RISE you fool!
Chains rebuke free thought, DOWN they tie the truth.
The key to Liberation can be unlocked Outside the rules,
Bismillah, the Way of Civilisation can be found in primary school
where Li(n)es are drawn, where kids conform
with ties and suits at the opticon in front of a grid of desks.

Meditation on another man's thoughts
far outClasses the connection of wireless internet
In these times where Intellect is a sinner's bet
against the Christian who gave my tribe the cigarette.

The foul fragrance following the industrial atmosphere
plagues a factory of dreams, upgrading slavery to humane technology.
So is the tale told by teachers taught to teach as preachers:
Reach the Mind before the Heart of the BEliever
Amidst the crisis of throwing an Iron Curtain over the eyelids.

Vexation grips me at the thought that once rhythmic,
the Heart has converted into calculus under the cohesion of necessity.
In the ninth grade my grades reflected the opposite of my mind,
Creativity was stifled in a plea to freeze my time,
BeCause with time frozen, they could alter their Creation,
which, for lack of a better Word, became a threat to threats they claimed.

These are my lungs, this is my air,
My Brain, my Life,
I refuse to be contained by the limitations of the Light.