#greieving

[dayblindedstars]

a poem

I am the product of great Suffering and Pain

But yet I am also the product of Love and Resilience

Living with and through trauma

But also being the hope for the Future

Living in a world embodying contradictions,

IT’S suffocating

I should NOT exist, but yet I do.

Still struggling to heal myself

But how do you heal wounds 300 yrs old?

I ponder the idea of suicide now and again.

But my ancestors Suffered too much for me to be here.

But if I did, they would understand.

~  the descendant of African Slaves