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Poetry describing past memories |
I remember screams in the night and loud gun fights Babies crying and men dying, in the streets There is blood everywhere. The air is stale with whispers NOT TO FORGET. I remember running home scared, impaired Not sure if I was being followed. My life was so hollow Yet so full of despair and shame. I was lost In the game of life that did not include me nor my race. I had no face but I could hear whispers NOT TO FORGET. I remember going to school hungry, tired and angry Just to hear words of slaves buried in graves. Their cries chilled my soul and burned holes in White sheets Soaked blook stained towels. Old night owls of the South Winds of the North blew whispers NOT TO FORGET. I remember mama not daddy Soothing my pain and healing my scars Keeping me safe from words That harm and looks That cause shame, black rain. BUT I STILL DIDN'T FORGET That it was she who taught me how to fly High above dark clouds and grey skies Blue waters that run deep beneath The beautiful Brown earth. Where the past is the future Hate is no more, a forgotten folklore. But as for me I SHALL NEVER FORGET. |