Pandora's box

How did I get here, where I am now?
Sometimes I wonder if I've lost myself somehow.
Sidetracking form that once independent mind..
That strong willed non stereotypical black woman who stood her ground with firm feet and a fortified spine.

Poetry was my fist, and I whooped ass daily.
I gave constant praises to the Most High for he never betrays me.
Life was simple in a box, kept closed to contain me.
I didn't want to be Pandora but its open and it's shamed me.

Now life outside this box is crazy and hard to tell
Angles from demons, life's not looking so well.
Imagine me a young beautiful girl, as innocent as first frost,
Stripped of her chastity, her innocence lost.

A horrible vision, I know, but its what life has done to me.
Regretting times where in that box I was begging to be free.
Well here I am now, world spread out for me..
Excitement, explorations, possibilities, new sights, new sounds, new people to meet.
New groups, new lessons, new limits to reach!

New crowds, new fears, new invisible chains.
New heartbreak, new tears, new empty names.
So lonely, so cold, nothing feels the same.
New tears, fresh tears, but who's to blame?