🖤FOREIGN LAND🖤

Pores filled with distractions,
our future
Packed in determinations.
A river surrounded by vouchers
,the foreign Land holds a better living 
anyway😔.
Heavy sweat on my torn clothing,
blood Stings in my hands,I am in
 a foreign Land,
Drenching slavery throughout
 the journey.We put on painted
 masks consumed by pain.Yet 
still drag our 
Feet back on track.

We are nolonger identified by our 
names, The rights long lost as we 
crossed the river Valley.I am in a foreign
 Land,Will I ever see my family again??
Each day I blot out oppressions as I
 decipher the crumpled words,a bunch of 
critics in my position,It's okay, I muffle the 
anger.

Take me home where my heart 
and soul rightfully belong.I am
 in a foreign,where
I bare witness my brother's fingers 
chopped into bundles,where blood 
smears in the streets like sewages,
where success slips before you and 
you are left stumbling upon starvation.
I am in a foreign land,Take me 
Home ,where we belong🙏🏾🖤🏔️.

💕🌻Sharon🌻💕