Poems
Published:Sunday | February 5, 2023 | 1:53 AM
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