The hand that forced us

Our generation still faces slavery as much as those passed did. Nowerdays we are enslaved in terms of who we are, who we are allowed to be. You will find many of our youth me included being afraid to face who they realy are, what their inner goals are because of fear that society will not accept the abnormalities we host, yes we have become slaves to the norm. Shackled by expectations of others.

I recently just took it apon myself to do every morning that which makes me happy, I started of with watching a bit of fashion tv in the morning laugh out loud on few occasion, from then I went to driving school and when I got to work I made myself a cup of tea. Now I compare how I feel in the morning with how I feel by the end of the day when I spend it pleasing the needs of the company. The morning far super exceeds my days.

What I am trying to illustrate here is that most of us young people spend our time fulfilling the dreams of 45 -what ever age year old men and women. When we know very well that what we are doing is not inline with what we truly want to be doing. We spend our lives fulfilling societies norm because well that's just what society is used to.

In some cases society will continually puts down YOUR dreams and disguise it as good advise. They will compare you and weigh you and ridicule your dreaming. This is unfortunately the truth about who we are, we are society ourselves.

William lynch a well known slavery pioneer during 1712 said "in my bag I have a fool proof method of controlling black slaves" he went on to say "keep the body, take the mind! In other words break the will to resist"

This to me sounds exactly like the same workings of today, we are still kept slaves by fear, distrust and envy. Just as there were different types of slaves and the levels differed so it is today.

When Willie Lynch spoke he put a life span of at least 300 years to his plan, at least.

In my mind it is not so much about the color of slave but so much about an enslaved soul, today churches enslave us, education institutions groom enslaved minds, our places of work enslave us. We are a generation that grows up dependent on others views (our masters)

Today I decided to go to the mirror and faced my master, her exterior was grim and full of anger yet inside so vulnerable and afraid that actually I could break free that actually I can make it. Today I take my freedom, I let the voice of society go. In doing so I bear the price of responsibility for my own self.

It is with a shame that this youth enslaves it self with the choice of freedom dripping of of their fingers, while we stare at our masters as they smile and hang us of willow trees with the promise of security and shade.