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Spit on my face
Hit the floor,
Blood on my knees
I felt this pain before
You did this to my own past
We’re the ones you call worthless
How long will this slavery last
Lost all my faith, gained nothingness
They say
My own race is frowned
Upon on,
Just because my skin bleeds
Differently from you
Doesn’t mean I should be gone
Put away into the abyss for no good reason
I’ve seen my father
Getting whipped for no good work
No one said it’s not his fault,
Not enough strength
Every inch of him was wasted
On you
Can I escape?
My mother once said
God’s guardian angel will watch over me
Though everyone I love
Turns up dead
There is still hope; it’s lurking around us,
Though it’s something right now we’re not able to see
I know I will give my angel its trust.
My parents were brought here
In this forsaken land
Brought here in chains
Now they contain fear
Now they belong to man
My father was a king
My mother was once a queen
Knowing I was too keen
They never once said
But always treated
I was their little princess
Even if I wore these rags.
So then I gained strength
So then I wore a smile
As you beat me
I still put my head up high
So you can look into my eyes
And think this princess
Sold and chained is worthless
Thinking I have nothing to gain,
But I still keep my head high
For the mother and father who are now dead
They once said
And now I see
That you can take everything from me
But I still will find and get back faith,
Still a piece of royalty.
Jessica Garcia
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