NO MORE CONFINED.


NO MORE CONFINED

-By Daiemah Malik


He has been deemed to be a liability,
Since the day he was born.
And they’ll doubt his credibility;
Till the day they finally get to mourn.

Subjected to pity;
His calamity,never-ending.
Doubted about his sanity;
Emotions,repressing.

But, now he refuses,
For it to define him.
These walls,
to confine him.

He believes,
Different doesn’t always mean,
To be tormented or to be relieved.
To ace in any realm,
No need to be a socially futile gem.

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