This is a strong
African woman....
I am a house slave born
Akiwa
renamed Sara
I have birthed two of
my slave owners children
My fairer skin
and features
Made me appealing to
him
And I had no choice but
to give myself
for my own safety
My children has even
fairer skin
They look more like him
Then me
So they don't know I'm
Their mother
or their beautiful
history
His wife could not bare
children
so mine became hers
And it breaks my heart
watching them grow
Knowing the things they
could never know
But I watch them as
they learn to read
and do as the owner
does
And I kept silent out
of a mother's love
Knowing nothing good
could come from the truth
They treat me as a
slave
sometimes even with
unkind words
Even though from me
they came
But for their sake I
speak no words
So that their freedom
will always remain
without knowing a
slaves pain
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