Looking at the tree

She hangs there

In all her beauty and glory

Black and proud as her glazed eyes

Filled with death

He stares at me, with a crooked grin on his face.

His friends stand next to him as they laugh at the many females lined up on the branch.

My brothers can only but stare with broken eyes of their love.

I could only but stare at master.

He had done this, taking her purity and hanging her there like a trophy.

Picking cotton until my hands hurt

Hoping this would help me forget

Wishing this could be the only thing filling my mind

And not the thought of her

Her dark skin that would shine in the sun

Or her mischievous brown eyes as she stared at me with love

I could still feel her warm lips on mine

Her beautiful soul that connected to mines

“Boy! Get to work..”

Pain fills my back, but I relish in it

Pain helped me forget the memories of her

But only for a short time

Nothing could help me forget her fully

Weeping in the darkness of myself

Weeping for the future we could have had

Weeping for the children never to come

I couldn’t let tears show here.

Years have passed

Never loving because she still plagues my mind

The day we met still fresh in my brain

Still haunting my soul

Casting down memory lane

As the flood of remembrance comes, the curtains close on my eyes.