Here Lies My Chains isn't just a poetry book.
It's a Declaration of Freedom
From the first page, it tears into every script that told you who you had to be-obedient, small, grateful for crumbs instead of reaching for destiny.
These are not "nice" poems. They are:
a sledgehammer to conformitya compass through your chaosa mirror that forces you to face the warrior you buried to surviveEach verse cracks open cages built from trauma, programming, self-doubt, and spiritual suffocation, until you can no longer pretend that surviving is the same as living.
This is not entertainment. It's initiation.
A call to radical self-honesty, ruthless worth, and the courage to demand more than the life you were handed.
The chains are heavy.
But they were never yours.
The only question left is:
Will you leave them buried here-or walk away free?