From the days of slavery that slithered away
Living these scars
From the days we were taunt
With some other beasts I am meticulous of
That time when docile we lay
Uncomprehending what life was
That was somebody’s pellucid point
He saw the freedom a hundred miles away
And did something tangible
Till the pain cowered away
How Far We’ve Come
From the days of slavery that slithered awayLiving these scarsFrom the days we were tauntWith some other beasts I am meticulous ofThat time when docile we layUncomprehending what life wasThat was somebody’s pellucid pointHe saw the freedom a hundred miles awayAnd did something tangibleTill the pain cowered away
My Poetry 
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