You bounded us with chains but we still fought, flogged us with sticks that dug into our flesh and we still looked at you in the eyes,
And we kept our gaze right at you, so you'd always remember that we are not yours, that we were never yours,
We were never yours to take and keep like an object to be possessed, our women were never yours to lay with,
Our men were never meant to be sold away from their families, our little girls were never currencies to be used in exchange for property,
So we speak up to remind you that we were never yours or that of your fathers.
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
