Their last slave.

Their Last Slave.

There she was,

Thinking she built her wall

High enough that she could clearly see and talk to the stars

But then they came and took one brick after another

Until the wall came crashing down

She was left exposed.

When they left, it took her months to rebuild.

Countless hours adding brick after brick in the blazing hot sun

At night, the moon helped her rebuild in anger

They destroyed the wall that befriended every star

Her anger was her strength

Her tears were the glue that plastered every brick together

Her ambition, the height of that wall

She would look up every night to the stars and say “soon.”

Years later, the wall was rebuilt, and they came back

They tried to remove the bricks, but they wouldn’t budge this time

So they started to climb, but they never got close to reaching the stars.