Poem of a Slave
I couldn’t see anything kind,
So my heart decided to be blind,
Sometimes I want to fast forward life,
And that’s what I think about every night,
The only moment when I have time.
I have to fake it to survive,
Be a good bee and serve the hive.
I miss seeing the green trees,
Among the colorful leaves,
But now I have no escape in this thing.
There’s nothing I can change,
I can only put this in a frame,
Not for fame,
But for an opportunity to be safe,
When the world sees all this hate.
Time passed and I became fragile,
How are these people so vile?.
As I’m taking my last breaths,
And wonder how everything is left,
I realize it’s time to mourn my death...
By Kathy Simmonds, Step 9
