Sight

You taught me to speak English,

You taught me to read and write,

You taught me to make a wish,

And you taught me how to fight.

 

You told me there was no accent,

You told me your culture was right,

You told me I had to pay rent,

You told me only good was white.

 

You forced me to work your fields,

You forced me to live at night,

You forced me to be your shield,

You forced me to lose my sight.

 

You filled my life with much stress,

You filled my mind full of fright,

You filled my hands with much less,

You filled my head but not quite.

 

You killed me and my family,

You killed out my only light,

You killed all my history,

You killed my struggle and might.

 

You made me think death was life,

You made me hide day and night,

You made me real cold like a knife,

You made my pain look good and bright.

 

You forgot to lock away the truth,

You forgot to prevent my bite,

You forgot a tooth for a tooth,

You forgot I know how to fight.

 

Your turn it be to turn a cheek,

Your turn it be to suffer from fright,

Your turn it be to be very weak,

Your turn it be to lose your sight.

Reviews

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Pretty darn amazing! I love it,
Wonderful flow and rhyme scheme.

[P.H. Carver]

An eye for an eye. Keep writing!