I Am
Young, tall, slender, put my name in there
Dragged from my native land
Sold, bought and sold again
Tossed aside
Abused, tortured, again and again
Robbed of dignity
I ran away
They could not kill my spirit
They could not kill my strong, God-given voice.
Footfalls
Those who are left are here in spirit
Hauntingly they left us bereft
Shifting through the tide of sands
Erase from my memory we can't
Lived in our minds they'll always be
Echoes of a distant past
Loved but lost we can be
As memories come flooding in.
Freedom Calling
When freedom calls we can change our names
When freedom calls we can taste the same
When freedom calls terror smells erase
When freedom calls aches and pains release
Unimaginable fate unsealed
When freedom calls, we are free!
In a frightened heart, a lonely soul
A powerful love will find a home
A helpless chest can sing
The loveliest of tunes.
I expect I will be here
All my expectations
banish fears
Hopes fulfilled.
13th July 2007
Group Poem by Joy, Patricia, Elsa, Michael
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