Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A poem

You might not think my story is familiar
but please read more
I grew up as a slave
A slave with no cage
my master went by the name "man pleaser"
he promised me love
he promised me acceptance
he promised me a home
a place of comfort
where I would be taken care of
but he lied
I was abused
I was stripped of my innocence
I was taken advantage of
I was told, this is what you do to survive

When I started to see
they told me I was blind
when I started to know
they told me I was stupid
when I started to hear
they told me I was deaf
when I started
they told me not to finish

Walking has become easier
one row of chain at a time
first, the truth
second, the guilt
third, the hurt
one at a time
then i started to run
running became easier
with no burden on my shoulder
there were others running beside me
grabbing my hands
at first I didn't understand what they were saying
so I started to listen closer
in soft whispers and then in loud voices
they said "spread your wings"
I looked and couldn't believe it
where did these wings come from
they told me I had them all the long
I was born with them
They said I was born to fly
I WAS BORN TO FLY!

2 comments:

  1. You sure were Adam! I love you so much!

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  2. I love this poem Adam. Beautiful writing!

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