Poems

We are pawns

We cannot see through that lens

We are financially, spiritually, mentally and emotionally raped everyday

We are spiritually immature rotten children

We are in a cage

Most people are lost but few see the railings of torture

We are gallivanting, adulating, biting, ravishing, sucking blood and flesh

They are laughing at us, casting spellings at us

We were strong spiritual warriors

We had our own wealth

We had freedom

Now we are in shackles that our lens cannot see or touch

We are indeed pawns

– Zori Atkinson