Alone

Alone
I’m laying calmy, Having a peaceful sleep
Dreaming of my mom, Sitting under a tree
Laughing, playing, joking about
POW ! POW ! POW !
Woke up in fear
Looking , see no one
Mom ?
I hear screaming, I go out my hunt
I see things, my little eyes should not see
People dying before my feet
Mommies, daddies , sisters , brothers
Hey you ?!
A man I see, pointing a gun at me
Come here !
Scared , thinking too myself
Should I stay or run ?
Where is momma ?
Come here NOW ! The man yelled with demand
With that bass of his voice, I shake in my pants
I look in his eyes, not one time he blinked
Then a horn sounded in the distance
The man looked in the horizon, then looked at me
Then scurried off
“I’ll be back for you” he said to me
When I saw him dissappear in the the tall thick grass
That’s when I search for my mother at last
Momma ! Momma ! Momma ! I cried
Tears running down my face, hoping that I will see her alive
Then I see her ankle bracelet, the one I gave her on her birthday
Shes lying still, no movement , no sound
I rush to her, drop too my feet
Mommas gone, shes been takin away from me
Then I feel a grip, right around my neck
Pulling me too the ground
Chaining me , restricting me from escaping
No ! No ! No ! Momma ! I cried
A black cloth covered my face
My heart begins to race
When my cloth disappears from my face
A horrible sight was seen
All these people , old , young , dead , half way there
I couldn’t move, not even an inch
Its cold , I’m hungry. The food is a disgrace
The trip was long and brutul
The pain was hard and cruciel
Big , tall white men where touching me in a way no men should
I’d yell if I could
I few hours later, I landed in a place I’d never knew I be
They stood me on a stool
Stripped me naked of my wool
Tounching me, measuring me, stiching up my wounds
I hear man talking very fast and loud
I here people calling out numbers in the crowd
All I see is white
I hear the man slam his gravel on the podium
SOLD ! He yelled
A lady walked up, all nice in velvet
Grabed me by my arm
She pulls me to her wagon and sits me in the back
I approached a house
It was big, white and tall
I walked in a beautiful hall
She showed me were I slept and ate
She showed me my chores that I do everyday
I went to the backyard and I see black people working in the yard
Old , young all sweating in fear
Is this what my life is ?
Momma ? I’m scared
ALONE ,

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