#theme; Slavery Title: My lost world-Chains of oppression My life was perfect, wearing Africa's crown, soaring high till the hunters clipped me down. Like dead meat, I was dragged to the sea, taken to another world, will I ever be free? I was separated from my family, my nation. A puppet in their hands, what humiliation! I worked night and day, building their world, will they ever say?. When I sought freedom, to leap over the bars, my back was decorated with beautiful scars. The sun made my black skin red, a heap of stone, I called my bed. My screams were their meals, it felt like a dream, but the pain was real. I watched as my fellow girls were molested. "We are also humans", I protested. They called me their "tool of salvation", for pleasures and work function. Many times, i slept clothed in blood, as my tears flowed like a mighty flood. I miss home! I miss my mother!, her muboora soup, her recipes, a wonder. I still heard the drums of the market day, and the drunk who had a lot to say. Oh Africa, my lost world, my paradise, your daughter is now a merchandise. I hope I'll return to your warm hands, to be free at last, so joy may abound. > Ghost:zw Writes ©2025 0777913235