They cut chords with your chapped lips
and sung for your freedom as the angels danced.
- - - -
They tied you to nature and asked you to dance
And called you ugly, with your dark skin and bright eyes.
I cried for you as you bit your lip and mop tears from their wooden floors, unblinking.
I watched you from afar and said nothing but silent pleas for forgiveness -
I know you smile from drops of milk and honey that they pass across your forlorn features.
I promise tonight I wont turn an eye, like the last
and I wont let them leer at your dark brown skin and smooth reggae voice.
I promise you better than broken windows and racist slurrs
though promises are nought to those of betrayal
and callous complacency.
I may whisper truths -
we aren't all after slaves
Some of us want companions
that do not envy their own mirror image nor bless their own birth -
honest souls do dwell in western dreams.
Allow me to talk evil of my equals
for they know not what they do.
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Author notes
m i d n i g h t - x - r o s e
Slavery in third world countries.
In a list
A contest entry
- Writer's Block, Challenge 1 by division.
400 points, ended June 29, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments: I absolutely loved this. The imagery was perfect, the flow was perfect, the emotion was perfect. Perfection. Good luck! -
i love the last two lines.
and i like how this is kind of different from your other stuff - darker in a way.
your writing always amazes me in different ways. never stop writing.
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