ANOTHER POINTLESS POEM

This isn’t a story,

This is the truth.

In my part of the world.

For the first half of her life,

She is taught how to be a slave.

Then, for the second half of her life,

She is forced to forget her identity.

When she dies,

Due to homicide, suicide or fatigue,

Everyone recollects her sacrifices.

PAUSE.

She regrets her own earthly birth,

Celebrates death.

Clearly, she recalls how she was sacrificed,  

Even now.

@Emily Parker

Skills

Posted on

March 14, 2021

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