MY LEGS ERECTED
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