For Douglass

Enslaved to the voice of my master

Do better

Be the best

Get to the top

I fought back but death came and found me

It was war but there was no blood

Only illness to my mind and heart

 

The privilege my friends had

When they disobeyed

When they fought back

They won

But I always came back

Defeated

Broken

I was lost

 

But he found me

Prayed to God

Hid under his wings

The cruelty left me

It was over 

just like how it’s supposed to be

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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