My Legs Erected

My legs erected,

facing the dangers

Remembering the injustices

committed to her fragile body

On the lily flower,

marked with irons on the back

A striking ear,

chastising his executioner.

I was born and raised

as a prisoner

Like an ox, trained

to plow and harvest

The immense lands

of my owner

Because at auction,

he was declared My buyer.

The strength of my muscles,

my tenacity

Built, in adversity,

by the whip

The dry days,

my throat quenched

Desiring, at dusk,

to be thrown away and forgotten

To finally lie down on the ground,

and sigh

No longer able to endure the atrocity

Once again, I took flight,

I escaped

My legs at My neck,

tirelessly,

before being exhausted

But assembled at four,

he easily caught me

At his sight, I cried out, feeling sorry

Not being able to escape

He laughed, he went down to

come pick me up

In my head, the pain

from another ear cut

And the marking

With a new lily flower,

makes me lament.

Angry, I backed away

to the end of a cliff

At the sight of its depth,

I felt uncomfortable

You're stuck brown,

My master told me

Before taking his weapon,

his whip

All confused, my hands on my head

I was devoid of thought

In the noise, I heard

My soul telling me

It is better to

to die today

than die daily

With this faith, I let

My foot slipping

Before landing on the ground, crushed

The sound of my bones breaking

Was allegorical to brokenness

of my chains

Like a woman

in pain giving birth

I would release my breath by cutting

the cord of slavery

By pushing a big vry

Before sinking into the beyond

The sea carried me in its arms

Rocking myself to the songs of its waves

Before dropping me off at the cradle

From its depths