I see the scars around my wrists and ankles
You come into this world free. A dreamer. Then chains begin to form around your tiny wrists and ankles. It starts with religion. It is inflicted upon you. You are not even old enough to read and yet religion has been thrown at you. The chains are carved with your first cross, star, moon, ohm. Then one miraculous day for those around you , you start to stigmatise your thoughts. You say your first words. You have now started to confine meanings, to create boxes, to mumble labels. The chains are filled with the alphabet. You grow up a bit by bit. Feeling free and happy. Asking questions and absorbing the answers given to you. It's time to go to school. New clothes, new backpack, a cool sparkly lunchbox and pictures to keep as memories for this wonderful transition in your life! You learn about rules. Rules of friendships, rules of success, rules of mating, rules of dividing adding multiplying and subtracting, rules of standing out, rules of power, rules of language, rules of p