CHIOMA
@chioma74.bsky.social
Nurse • Singer • Songwriter
I create music that touches your soul.
AI song creator & content creator.
TikTok: realchioma0
https://on.soundcloud.com/6W5xrnYE8syH4v9cs9
I create music that touches your soul.
AI song creator & content creator.
TikTok: realchioma0
https://on.soundcloud.com/6W5xrnYE8syH4v9cs9
Such a beautiful woman 👩
February 4, 2026 at 10:10 AM
Such a beautiful woman 👩
Sometimes it begins as a single refusal,to lie to yourself, to stay small, to keep living a life that isn’t yours.
There are many types of slavery.
And freedom often starts the same way for all of them:
With one brave, uncomfortable truth.
#slavery
There are many types of slavery.
And freedom often starts the same way for all of them:
With one brave, uncomfortable truth.
#slavery
February 3, 2026 at 10:26 AM
Sometimes it begins as a single refusal,to lie to yourself, to stay small, to keep living a life that isn’t yours.
There are many types of slavery.
And freedom often starts the same way for all of them:
With one brave, uncomfortable truth.
#slavery
There are many types of slavery.
And freedom often starts the same way for all of them:
With one brave, uncomfortable truth.
#slavery
No whips. No auctions.Just habits, expectations, and quiet agreements that said: This is as far as you’re allowed to go. But every kind of slavery has the same weakness.
Awareness. The moment someone realizes, This does not own me,
something shifts.Freedom doesn’t always arrive loud.
Awareness. The moment someone realizes, This does not own me,
something shifts.Freedom doesn’t always arrive loud.
February 3, 2026 at 10:26 AM
No whips. No auctions.Just habits, expectations, and quiet agreements that said: This is as far as you’re allowed to go. But every kind of slavery has the same weakness.
Awareness. The moment someone realizes, This does not own me,
something shifts.Freedom doesn’t always arrive loud.
Awareness. The moment someone realizes, This does not own me,
something shifts.Freedom doesn’t always arrive loud.
yet never free.Some were enslaved by approval, building lives they hated just to be liked. Others were trapped by the past,reliving old wounds like unpaid debts.
There were slaves to addiction,
slaves to ego,
slaves to systems that promised safety and delivered silence.
There were slaves to addiction,
slaves to ego,
slaves to systems that promised safety and delivered silence.
February 3, 2026 at 10:26 AM
yet never free.Some were enslaved by approval, building lives they hated just to be liked. Others were trapped by the past,reliving old wounds like unpaid debts.
There were slaves to addiction,
slaves to ego,
slaves to systems that promised safety and delivered silence.
There were slaves to addiction,
slaves to ego,
slaves to systems that promised safety and delivered silence.
those craving understanding, and those who won’t rest until they uncover the truth. In all this confusion, every soul is on a journey, even if they don’t know where it leads.
February 1, 2026 at 1:14 PM
those craving understanding, and those who won’t rest until they uncover the truth. In all this confusion, every soul is on a journey, even if they don’t know where it leads.