As the Spider spurned Its web,
A Story the war of two worlds,
Of a chaste belle of black roots,
Who was denied her freedom and,
the love of the man she most adored.
Treated like a monkey,
She was trafficked; Her hear, hands and legs
All chained to the Circus
For amusement only.
Of a life so miserable, t'was dampened
By Alcoholism and wretchedness.
No matter how cold it was,
She was forced with the horsewhip to dance
The curse of chains, the bile of racial discrimination.
Of a life snuffed out by man-made winds.
Isn't it so ironic that her story,
Still repeats itself today
To mess up the prospective ones
That Vintage story,
the Curse that n'er wears out.
POET: Babatunde Modupe
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