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Poetry by Tracy Saylors
Darkness
Darkness comes
when voices rise
Darkness hears
the children's cries
Darkness sees
the hatred in their eyes
Darkness feels
the cold, bitter sighs
Darkness tastes
sweet victory
of taking yet
another family
Darkness leaves
grinning slyly
knowing he
has won finally
Untitled
Child of God
Hurting bad
Insecure yet
Loving you
Dreading home
Abandoned
Beaten and
Underfed
Silent and still
Ended
WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD?
Down in the market
an auction is held
The selling of slaves
their families untold
Our men off to war
the proud and the bold
Children are hungry,
hurt, frightened and cold
Parents are hating,
children being sold
Our forefathers set example through
the stories they told
Our past was set,
our time now is in trouble
What will our future hold?
Reflections
In the mirror
she watches me
eyes accusing
"you did this to me"
Broken and bruised,
battered and used
she glares at me
"You shouldn't be"
"Why do you do this?"
She asks
"I never hurt you"
She claims
'I never wanted to marry,
only I had to because of you"
She blames
"You ruined my life" she cries
"You've shattered my dreams"
Now I look in the mirror
and I see myself a a child once again,
crying and looking for love
RUNAWAY
Fearfully running through the night
cold, hungry, and alone
Having nowhere to go
and no one to turn to
Afraid to stay away,
but afraid to go back
You think of what might happen
being young and innocent
like a child, like a lamb
lost from their homes
You decide maybe home wasn't so bad,
maybe things will turn out
But then, things might not turn out,
what are you going to do then,
turn and run again
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