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I Remember

I Remember…
                                 By: Shaneika Cooper


I remember a time when I used to smile
A smile, so grand and beautiful that all believed it were something real
A hope worth waiting for, or at least they believed so…

I remember love, trust, and peace within myself, and self- worth until it was 
literally stolen from me
Until my children were ripped from my womb and sold to foster parents that beat 
them and shamed them

My worth shattered, thrown, pushed to the side and spat upon by that unforgiving 
force
But like Jesus did, I fought
Not with fists of steel, or minds filled with vengeance
But with sense, soul, and spirit

I fought and excepted the pain, the hurt, the torture
And I became a warrior, a queen, and an heiress
To the throne of salvation

I fought and told my daughters to stop crying
To stop worrying and to protect their pride, their heritage
To cherish that fruit of essence placed inside of them to prosper
Their minds, body, and existence, saved from confinement

I told my sons to stand strong and walk with pride
To be the brothas that they shall be
I told them to laugh and carry on the name of my legacy
My peace, my song, my faith
And my children did…

They fought with me, died with me, became statistics with me
Wounded in battle, and losing the shield iron
We were all warriors, and lost the war

But I am the true, undying one
I am Africa

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