Screaming My Name, Freedom

The shade of my skin, yet the glispe of scars that remind me what use to be.

A sight I once could see, but is covered by trees and forge anew.

Yet harsh words remind me that the scars are still real and that they were meant to kill.

In the eyes of deception as the man stands tall above me, he stands tall to slay me.

Curled in a ball as I took my last beaten, and I heard a yell, stop!

A call from my mother, screaming for my freedom.

Comments

Mafi Grey

This was inspired by a poem I read by http://www.powerpoetry.org/poet/Bazzaro127/poems.

His poem was: Marked by Shades and was a really good piece, check it out sometime. 

savigirl14

I've learned that scars never go away by cutting. But they do symbolize that you were able to overcome the darkness in your life and it will help you change for the better

Mafi Grey

I was trying to capture what it would be like if I was a slave being beaten. In those moments of my eyes shotting, I would be imagizing freedom.

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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