MY LEGS ERECTED

My Legs erected, facing the perils

Remembering the injustices done to her fragile body

On the fleur-de-lis, 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 reap

The vast lands of My Holder

Because at the auction, he was declared My buyer.

The strength of my muscles, my tenacity

Batis, in adversity, by the whip

The arid days, my quenched throat

Desiring at dusk to be thrown away and forgotten

To finally lie on the ground, and sigh

No longer able to endure the atrocity

Again, the flight I took, I escaped

My legs around my neck, relentlessly, before being exhausted

But, mounted at four, he easily caught up with me

At his sight, I cried out, sorry I couldn't escape him

He laughed, he came down to pick me up

In my head the pain of another ear cut off

And the branding Of a new fleur-de-lis, makes me mourn.

Engrossed, I backed up to the end of a cliff

At the sight of its depth, I felt unease

You stuck brown, mister kicked me

Before taking his weapon, his whip

All confused, my hands on my head throwing thoughtless

In the din, I heard My soul telling me

It is better to die today than to die daily

With this faith, I let My foot slip

Before landing on the ground, crushed

The sound of my bones breaking

Was allegorical to the breaking of my chains

Like a woman in pain giving birth

I would free my breaths by cutting the cord of slavery

Pushing a big gray,

Before sinking into the beyond

The sea carried me in its arms

Lulling me to the songs of its waves

Before dropping me off at the cradle

From its depths