hundreds of years
from generations, transcending
always below, never equal
under white-washed pavements
dried fragile bones
hollow skulls and locked jaws
unremembered and unloved
under white-washed pavements
lost with tied hands
stuck, bound to the land
because of the unlucky man
under white-washed pavements
she scratches the walls
in vain for air and a bed of flowers
shackled to bed -- always restless
under white-washed pavements
breathless, caught in his hands
the contrast, it enthralls
no choice but to obey
under white-washed pavements
she screams in empty pillow cases
his favorite song to hear --
her song of desperate hope resounds
under white-washed pavements
racism awareness!!!
made co-op with a friend! @maia-boncan :) check her work, too! She's an amazing writer and an overall, amazing friend :)