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They wish for me to forget, what was done to me
Allowing me to feel cage in my own memories,
The nightmare that haunts me:
They wish for me to forget
What was done to our family
What I had done in my silent rage
In my hurt, my shame to those
Who resemble somewhat like me:
And I tried so hard even in the silence
Of my scream, even in the silence
Of my dreams, even in the silence
Of my own agony—I began to speak up
Speak out—my dismay, to those
Who would hear me
Who didn’t expect that of me
To those who may be consume
With their own lives
Their own agony—their own silent hell:
To those whose heart maybe trouble
To those whose spirit is gentle and mild
To those who are eager to hear
My poetic notes lines—my story
I ring the alarm in urgency
Unveiling the hypocrisy
They which to silence my existence
As I declare and decree freedom
From white and dark lies
God places more forgiveness in me:
Open my eyes, to another chance to get it right
As I listen to the sagacious wise
I must continue to forgive me.
Empress Journee