(Un)jailed.. Olfa Philo

in my mouth, my tongue is
jailedjailedjailedjailed
how to compete with lies and vain speech?

in my head, my brain is
jailedjailedjailedjailed
too many shallow minds to teach

in my chest, my heart is
jailedjailedjailedjailed
too many black hearts to bleach

in my face, my worth is
jailedjailedjailedjailed
all other talents ‘him’ impeach

the ‘golden’ cage? my dreams are
jailedjailedjailedjailed
kids, kitchen, bed, the rest out of reach

in my body, my soul is
jailedjailedjailedjailed
needs to break free and my bones breach

in/on earth my body is
jailedjailedjailedjailed
for  F  R   E  E  D  O  M
how long shall i screech ?