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Alone


Alone I’m laying calmy, Having a peaceful sleep Dreaming of my mom, Sitting under a tree Laughing, playing, joking about POW ! POW ! POW ! Woke up in fear Looking , see no one Mom ? I hear screaming, I go out my hunt I see things, my little eyes should not see People dying before my feet Mommies, daddies , sisters , brothers Hey you ?! A man I see, pointing a gun at me Come here ! Scared , thinking too myself Should I stay or run ? Where is momma ? Come here NOW ! The man yelled with demand With that bass of his voice, I shake in my pants I look in his eyes, not one time he blinked Then a horn sounded in the distance The man looked in the horizon, then looked at me Then scurried off “I’ll be back for you” he said to me When I saw him dissappear in the the tall thick grass That’s when I search for my mother at last Momma ! Momma ! Momma ! I cried Tears running down my face, hoping that I will see her alive Then I see her ankle bracelet, the one I gave her on her birthday Shes lying still, no movement , no sound I rush to her, drop too my feet Mommas gone, shes been takin away from me Then I feel a grip, right around my neck Pulling me too the ground Chaining me , restricting me from escaping No ! No ! No ! Momma ! I cried A black cloth covered my face My heart begins to race When my cloth disappears from my face A horrible sight was seen All these people , old , young , dead , half way there I couldn’t move, not even an inch Its cold , I’m hungry. The food is a disgrace The trip was long and brutul The pain was hard and cruciel Big , tall white men where touching me in a way no men should I’d yell if I could I few hours later, I landed in a place I’d never knew I be They stood me on a stool Stripped me naked of my wool Tounching me, measuring me, stiching up my wounds I hear man talking very fast and loud I here people calling out numbers in the crowd All I see is white I hear the man slam his gravel on the podium SOLD ! He yelled A lady walked up, all nice in velvet Grabed me by my arm She pulls me to her wagon and sits me in the back I approached a house It was big, white and tall I walked in a beautiful hall She showed me were I slept and ate She showed me my chores that I do everyday I went to the backyard and I see black people working in the yard Old , young all sweating in fear Is this what my life is ? Momma ? I’m scared ALONE ,
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