captured

captured by my name
captured by my time
captured by my society
captured by my genes
captured by my (limited) assets
captured by my (unlimited)  illusions
captured by my (unlimited) desires

captured by my fears
captured by my fears
captured by my fears
captured by my fears
captured by my fears
captured by my fears

and by you, you, you….

and by this “who” – I am

and  by this “who” do you think I am

But what am I? What is truly truth
in me, boiled down to the bones?
And what are truly lies in me,
anguish induced vomiting streets?

Everyone will have a Rosa Park day in their life.
If you are lucky you will also have your own
Robben Island. And then you know….

… it’s the finger print, beyond the cage.

(and then you have earned your name in the cage.)

Rosa Park

Rosa Park

Photo from americaslibrary.gov/jb/modern/jb_modern_parks_1_e.html
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