Slave Master Poem by Luxolo Poswa

A slave is living in my mind
Developing unpopular thoughts
Developing unprovoked thoughts
The slave master - my heart
Pumping unreal signals
Fear crawling while I sleep
Whispering words in my ears
"You are not wealthy."
"You are not enough."
"You are not good enough."
"What if…"
STOP IT
According to whose standards? Who sets them? Who gave them the authority?
I am worthy. I have confidence, a rare commodity.
Off you go! I don't need you!