I fulfill an empty redundant life
were freedom is mocking over hills
life is a challenge but I strive
I gain endurance and strength that builds
crossing plains just to be free
is but only a goal one can not see
no one understands how feelings show
for tormentors hurt us just to be sold
were freedom is mocking over hills
life is a challenge but I strive
I gain endurance and strength that builds
crossing plains just to be free
is but only a goal one can not see
no one understands how feelings show
for tormentors hurt us just to be sold
Well I can't figure out how to post my poem, and I'm running out of patience. So sorry everyone, I will write my poem as a comment.
ReplyDeleteMilla Wintch Slave Poem
What will I do?
I've been a loyal slave all my life.
I have loved an amazing man,
And now no man say
I've raised a beautiful boy
Who I want to see everyday.
My life has become very cold.
My boy is being sold.
Why must our lives
Be different then the white?
A cold night that gives us a bite.
Yet running away
Will give me a new life
How will I avoid the strife?
Tonight I will leave
With no other choice,
And I will be bold.
My boy is being sold.