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Dixie Ann Black

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Freed Slaves
They broke the chains only to enslave our minds.
We are confined within the stigmas,
The judgments, the limitations that we set.
We are slaves of divisions. Slaves of provision.
If we can’t see it, we can’t reach for it,
Can’t even imagine it’s there.
But we pretend to believe, afraid to face our doubts.
We live in fear.
And we call our fear Religion.
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