Men stare and touch me
Drag me across unknown territories
Treat as me as inferior
All to get a little trim
Prairie winds blowing
I wish I weren’t going
I‘m just a simple peasant girl
No need for whirls
I am not a pearl
I’m a little Chinese girl
Not aiming to please
How many have died
out on those plains
Waiting for the homeland
How many burials never marked
Scattered across the west
Tributes to an unknown slavery
Prairie winds blowing
I wish I weren’t going
I‘m just a simple peasant girl
No need for whirls
I am not a pearl
1 comment:
Hi! I tried my hand at some poetry today- you'll have to check it out (on the blog).
I was inspired by the strange event of finding 2 dead squirrels in my path while mowing the lawn.
I'm so glad I didn't run them over- YUCK!
PS- I like ALL your poems!
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