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The Black World

Pain and agony flash
Like lightning through the sky
Sorrow and tears
Through the lands
For fear of what happened
In the past life
Again
It feels like she has been stripped
Of her honor
Which she once lost for ignorance sake
Shall affliction rise a second time?
Who but God knows
She was endowed with dignity and strength
But her silence turned a weapon
Used against her
And exchanged for weakness
She cried
“Who will plead my cause?
For I must not be lost”
The children she so dutifully nurtured
Stand and stare
Not daring to say anything
“We won’t be thrown in this abyss”
They say
They forget
That their lives and destinies remain unraveled
Their dreams unrealized
Without a mother to give strength
They forget that reputation always transcends.
That identity never ends
She wails
“There is strength in your blood”
“You must reflect the dignity”
“You must stand tall and not be dampened,
With your heads and shoulders high”