I felt the horse whip on my back
The slave master commanded
My legs felt like a burden unto me
I wanted to fight for freedom
But No! My hands were in chains
My legs were in shackles
My lips were sealed with locks
I wore a necklace that connected me to my co-slave.
And so I asked myself, when shall we be free from this wicked soul?
The humiliation of our women
The exploitation of our men’s strength
The extortion of our arts
The disrespect for our culture
The trampling upon of our tradition
The separation of color,
All killed me alive
I was filled with anger
I wanted revenge.
I stood up once, but fell back twice
Tears rained from my eyes
I had no strength left in me
I was kicked around like a ball and
Made to work like a horse
I heard my sister cry
She was taken into the masters’ court as a “whole” woman, but she came back incomplete, with blood dripping between her legs.
Her hair was scattered
Her wrapper was torn
Her legs were shaking.
Her dignity was gone
She was my only surviving hope
She was the reason why I was in captive.
And now she’s at the verge of death.
My spirit grieved as I watched her die in my arms.
And then I asked myself; when will freedom come?