A Poem by Alexa Aiden

You've built us up like this

Ugly human, shameful n****r

Stumble on shackles and guns

The cotton gets higher and higher

Bloody hands

thorns cut already broken skin

these hands know this feeling well

days trace on and the sun smacks me down

i'm all worn out

singing the same ol' song

'oh lord, oh lord I plead to thee

strike these shackles that burden me

fill these hearts with love that despise me

or spare me with death that frees me

one day, we shall smile again

far from this house that's broken

on this road that carries me

oh lord, oh lord I plead to thee'

© 2010 Alexa Aiden

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This poem is really great.

Posted 5 Years Ago cut through all the "crap" and get down to the nitty-gritty with this one. Strong imagery and strong words...but it works! You strength shines through this one...idealistic and introspective.

Posted 9 Years Ago

You wrote a powerful poem. I could feel the misery and sadness in your words. Many had suffer for us to have a better world. The old ones still have the scars and pain of being treated badly. I like the ending. A excellent poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on February 16, 2010
Last Updated on March 8, 2010


Alexa Aiden
Alexa Aiden

Hollywood, CA

Hello world, my name is Alexa and I want to discover you. I'm a tea drinking, music obsessed, book gazer. And i'm a little freak. I walk the world with an open mind and a costume on. Art has taken ove.. more..

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