My Legs Erected
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