Tiyana Lord-14 yrs old
Conflict Poem
Shackles
Are these shackles supposed to contain me,
Lock me from within,
Rip my pride out from my soul
And label me with sin,
Are these shackles a sign that I am worth,
Worth your keep,
Or simply to show that I am an animal
Willing to do anything but weep,
Are these shackles necessary,
Is the pigment of my skin that powerful,
For my wrists are dressed with scars
And my blood is just as colourful,
Are these shackles a symbol of your hate,
I have done nothing to deserve such reaction,
I suggest you find another way of breaking me
For these shackles will cause no destruction.
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what beautiful poem with such a strong message…well done Tiyana 🙂
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Nice poem, moving.
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i have read lots of poetry, but this is by far the best!
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