she toiled
she labored
she was snatched from her home land
she was torn from her children,
and they, away from she
she was stolen from her own body,
dispossessed as nonchalantly as you please
she birthed
she buried
she grew angry
she grew weary
she fought
she {somehow} held fast
she prayed
she cried
she empowered, even those who only love her when it suits their best interests
she screamed
she sought vengeance
she listened
she learned
she grew
she took flight
she keeps pushing, even though they keep yelling, spitting, cursing her to stop
she forgives
she loves
she strives
she teaches
she brings forth
she hands down
she lifts up
she persisted.
nevertheless.
even before they ever thought that it was a righteous thing to do.
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