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kimberly hung Oct 2019
when i’m with you i feel like im on cloud nine
you’re the only one that understood things weren’t fine
you told me i was special
uh huh
yeah, right
special as in like the 20 other girls you talk to
every night
i came in innocent and naive
thinking that you would actually
put in some effort at least
to get closer with me
but no, hell no
you put all those hoes
right in front of me                  
i was your priority
and now i’m your last
what happened to our past
our bonds and memories
apparently mean nothing?
you know what? i’m sorry
i’m sorry that i wasn’t enough to be
the one that you said you’ll value for eternity
kimberly hung May 2019
i scarce had strength to speak
the faint beam of hope was diminishing
a tear has found its way down my cheek
as every one of my limbs trembled

at times i would rise up
only to fall down in fear
alone in a prison
of inhumanity and tears

my mother had told me
"grow in grace"
yet how can i forgive the ones
that suffers our fellow slaves?

but in the darkness
i find my comfort and relief
in the songs
that my mother had sung to me

from the sorrows deep within our hearts
the tales of woe
a testimony against slavery
can be found in every tone

the lyrics drowned my sorrow
they were tones of loud, long, and deep;
The hearing of those wild notes
lit an ember of hope in me

my soul was set on fire
oh, if only i were free
oh, if only i could fly away
to the land of deliverance

My long-crushed spirit rose,
cowardice departed,
bold defiance took its place;

it was from this moment on
that i have decided
i shall no longer be
someone else's slave
a little piece i wrote for a project in social studies using the narrative of the life of frederick douglass
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