The Key Maker

I struggle
I am the self-taught, self-made, intellectual slave
Watch out for me
I’ll come among your slaves next
And spread my knowledge, plant some seeds
Just like you have taught me, pushed me, forced me to do
But my crop will be the likes of which you’ve never seen
Try and stop me 
Knock me from my soapbox if you can
But you won’t get me before I tell it all
Show my brethren the lies, the masks, the beliefs you hide behind
I’ll open their eyes
Free them from your degrading shackles
Give them the knowledge, the power, the freedom you deny them
Because I know the truth
Freedom is the doorway, knowledge is the key
And I am the key maker