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Free from Societal Toxicity

A racially ambiguous woman in red stilettos breaking free from glowing chains, standing tall in a storm of shattered advertisements and burning dollar bills, radiant with golden light as supermarket aisles crumble into dust.
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Free From Societal Toxicity

Alethea Jimison

"I'm not here to say things gently. Some people could use a slap of truth."

I want to be free from society’s chains,
from poison disguised as knowledge and gains.
Free from a culture that profits on sin,
that silences voices before they begin.

Free from temptations that hollow the soul,
from dollars that promise but never make whole.
From systems designed to keep spirits asleep,
I long for the freedom they cannot keep.


“Want more? We’ve got more—just step through this door!
Buy now, crave later, then come back for more!”

Stack it beside all the junk in your den,
a cycle repeated again and again.

Forget your bills, your crushing debt,
consume desire, it’s the safest bet.
Bow to the temple with neon light,
Wal-Mart’s gospel will save you tonight.

Plastic cookies, pills to erase,
protein shakes with an empty taste.
Cosmetics lined in glitter and paint—
be what you’re not, be what you ain’t.

Halle, Jessica, Angelina too,
all selling lies they’ve packaged for you.
Airbrushed bodies, impossible skin,
to hide the truth that beauty’s within.


You are not bipolar, not manic, not mad,
not ADHD, not broken, not bad.
You are starved—for the life you deserve,
for love unconditioned, for truth uncurved.

Starved for freedom, for light unchained,
for the fire inside you that still remains.
We are not meant for cubicles’ glow,
or hypnotic screens that tell us “obey” and “go.”

You are more than the labels they make you repeat,
more than a cog in society’s beat.
Not lawyer, not student, not worker, not slave,
you are energy boundless, divinely brave.


So crack the armor around your heart,
let light rush in and tear it apart.
I pray one day you’ll lift your eyes,
remember your birthright, remember to rise.

For you are love, you are infinite flame,
extraordinary spirit with no other name.

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