Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This picture does not belong to me and is the product of whosendu.com

This is an account of what African Slaves went through, if they were lucky. With events, punishments and work that actually happened, see their life through their eyes. From an horrific capture to a catastrophic journey and hard labor at the end. Would you have survived....?

Obviously, this is a poem written for my future husband. Though we have not met each other yet (or we might have met already) I would like to let him know that I am patiently waiting. I'm sure, in God's perfect time, we will be together. Love is worth the wait. Cover by @BeautySheIs