Do You Remember the Days of Slavery?
The Trauma Lingers On!
Had to find a way to protect my sanity
Other than my 3 months of therapy...
Many times I thought I would've gone mad!
Many years lived isolated...
Feeling nothing short of sad!
It's clear many were trying to break me
Reminds me of the days of slavery!
Who could I trust?
Survival and Free Reign a must!
Mental...Emotional...Sexual Abuse...Victimized...Oppressed...
No protection...cycle of affliction!
Ignored and abandoned as I navigate my way
Out of the belly of the beast
Generational Bondage!
Mentally held hostage!
Had to find a way to remove the thorns and that crown...
Bleeding inside...
like Crucified!
What was my crime? Time will tell...
I've got to find a way out of this hell...
Was it because I'm female or was it the colour of my skin?
Why I was treated as if I was the one who'd committed a sin?
This poem was taken from my Poetic Memoirs Book 1, written while in lockdown April 2020...soon to be published!
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Zawadi SJ
Welcome. I am Zawadi
A Nomadic Creative | House-Sitter & Alternative Lifestyle Explorer | Storyteller | Blogger...Always exploring, experimenting and learning through creative thought. I am a constant work in progress.
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