Born into the continent of riches,
Yet scorned at and thrown into ditches.
Yes, I was bought and sold,
Nothing more than a slave.
My wage was their rage,
My family was long ago clave.
I see not their faces,
Nor have I their whereabouts.
These kins of mine,
Must be hushing their share of whine.
I washed myself,
Yet it didn’t wash my color.
This was my fate,
Went in vain all my hollers.
They perfected meticulous barbarity,
Lashing our flesh open at every opportunity.
We’re used and thrown,
Like toys outworn.
For neither they contained hearts,
Nor a luck like us lowborns.
Someday the sun will rise to our might,
Someday they’ll taste our fright.
We’ll abduct their throne,
Not wait for another mourn.
Then there’ll be a day,
No one will grieve or sigh,
And that day we’ll not toddle, we will fly!
Outstanding!
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Thank you! π
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Nice work!
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Thank you for appreciating it π
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Fabulous..
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Thank you! π
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wow……… beautifully written!!!!!!!!
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Thank you π Follow for more poems that will be coming up soon π
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no words to say,,,,,, just amazing
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Thank you π
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wow…i just loved it.
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Thank you! I’m so delighted to read such good comments on my work π
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wow…… wonderful moment
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Damn, girl I didn’t know you were so good at poetry! This is amazing stuff Masha’Allah keep it going π
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Thank you so much for the appreciation π Will definitely keep it going!
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Wow…nice work…appreciable…
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Thank you π
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