My Dreams – a Poem about Slavery

by Lucy Cohen aged 9

My dreams are here to stay,
Not to be crushed,
Despite other people’s actions,
Because of my colour.

Their hearts of cold iron,
Making me do this,
Rocks balancing on my head,
My dreams are here to stay.

Stench of defeat
In my bones,
Everyone is frozen with fear,
My dreams are here to stay.

I’m missing the colour of the sun,
Thinking of the blue sky,
When will my freedom appear?
My dreams are here to stay.

Hope is a fragile seed.
Right now,
My dreams are here to stay,

Lost in a sea of nameless faces,
I need to be remembered,
Here I am.
My dreams are here to stay.

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