Lines clearly define her face like roads outlining an estate,
Her eyes are one way mirrors which reflect experiences we cannot fathom,
Her body bent and twisted with the weight of her youth,
Her skin a crocodile’s due to the effects of her rebellion,
Her arms are defined by veins; thick and filled with fluid that is legendary,
Her hands bear scares of hardship healed by time,
Her lips are creased with blisters due to the sun’s irreversible punishment,
Her breasts are no longer filled with motherhood but renewed,
Her mind no longer thinks about freedom but enslavement,
For she now finds herself unable to clearly distinguish her environment . . .
Since time has changed her image; yet she remains a slave descended from slaves . . .
