There’s many places to go
But I don’t know how to get there
A lot of things to do
Can’t figure out where to start
Days come and go
Everything’s the same
It shouldn’t be
Stifling me
I can’t see
What’s in front of me


4 thoughts on “Stifled

  1. I love this, I am smiling to myself as I read through it. Yesterday, I wrote a blog post entitled The Way Back Home. As I searched the web for a fitting picture of a woman facing a long road to symbolize the unknown I was struck by something…the sight of women walking down an unknown road excited different emotions on me and this was greatly connected to their ethnicity. For some reason, I found that the sight of a Caucasian woman walking down a road seemed emblematic of emancipation and a celebration of sorts because she seemed to have broken free of a particular status quo. Meanwhile I was filled with a certain undeniable sense of trepidation and apprehension when analyzing the images of Arab and ‘Black’ women of colour walking down the road. What danger loomed ahead? What form of misuse would take advantage of what appeared to be a very vulnerable state – it was as if the world was just waiting to pounce on them! I hope I am making sense. It is just an interesting observation I made and I had planned to write on essay on ‘Different Kinds of Liberty’…your poem has inspired me to do so all over again 🙂 Blessings.

    • Thanks for liking Stifled. Im glad it has inspired you to write on ‘Different Kinds of Liberty’. We all have different roads to travel and in our travels we take turns down many different roads. Blessings.

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