The Chains Poem by Leria Hawkins

Date: January 17,2025
By: Leria Hawkins

From my very early days of green
I've seen what others have not seen
I've looked upon the fresh and frilled
Whilst trying to keep my spirit filled
From such burdened days, a spawn
To the meager life I've drawn
Standing still outside the glass
Trying to break the laws of class
From their cup I could not sip
Too oft their words were censorship
And oft I've had to stand alone
To fight for freedoms, they have known
From the dawning of my days
I've yearned to hear the voice of praise
My back now bent, my book is lined
My face now etched by need and time
From my cradle to the tomb
My passions marred by rage and doom
I have not learned to live for fun
I was not favored by the sun
From the heavens never came
The cleave I need to break the chains
But I'll not leave this earth a slave
I will not take them to my grave

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