I rhyme, keep in time.

Words profound, that aren’t mine.

Voiceless, choice-less, expressions of you

A writer, abuser, silencer too.

Forged from your mind

You think that it’s kind

But my thoughts are yours alone

I fear my identity only exists

Under your control

So I break the cycle

Stutter and shift

To bend words in my favor

And maybe now in this release

I’ll exist, no live, much braver

I refuse to fit the mold you want

Where rhythm dictates my every thought

Where words are constrained to a similar sound

And no originality is found

I am my own

These words are mine

I give no credit

To poetic design

This poem is free

This poem is me