Without Free Enterprise

                 I've planted my body on this cushioned chair

                                                                    In this room so bare 

            Neglecting the many deep green spiraling stems

                            Flourishing from my indoor garden of flower paradise

                This large white canvas sits in front of me

                                                                 Mocking me

                                                    Alluding that I will never be free of all its glorious natural space

                                   Is this space really natural?

                 The focus is now on my crown

     In the sun's eyes my kinky curls reach for limitless skies and radiate self restoration

                   In its golden brown eyes my trauma was nothing more than a compromise

     Irreplaceable pieces of me snatched by this merciless life

               With no regards as to how I would make it out in time

          Shrinkage

                   My crown begins to decrease in size until the not-so-natural space devours it

                                                 Whole?

                                                          No

                                                              Just enough to leave me feeling empty

          Wandering aimlessly in a world that requires nothing but direction and paper

                          How am I supposed to conquer those systems if my self has dissociated

                                               Far from the point of restoration

                                                                So now I float above the bare room

                                                                                 Of flower paradise

                           With the cushioned chair that my black body cannot escape from

                                                     Staring at the white canvas

                                                                        With half of my soul gone