My Only Inferiority

My Only Inferiority

Darkness.

Gloomy darkness

choking what’s left of me.

I longed for light to grace me with it’s presence once more,

Ever since the day I was deprived of my dignity.

Why had I been caused this pain, this suffering this dreaded feeling of mental defeat,

After all that I had worked for had been crushed by the superior power

And authority of the pure and mighty masters who now owned my pride.

I worked endlessly and earned the bit of power among my fellow comrades

Which allowed me to stand before the Council

In hope of gaining my independence as the first black female to ever be freed from this

death-defying system they called slavery.

For I refuse to bow down and worship earthly dwellers,

I refuse to be abused by masters unfit to be worthy of my presence,

I refuse to be subjected to work on foreign lands which I have not benefited from,

And I refuse to be subdued to silence.

For I am a living, breathing phenomenal woman,

And I deserve the uttermost respect and justice.

I deserve to be acknowledged as a person

who rebelled against slavery mentalities and brought equality in the nation.

I deserve to be free and independent to have free will and a state of mind.

I had strength and power inside,

Bottled up inside, awaiting the best time to be recognized,

But somehow my physical state was not yet ready for it.

Because although my rebellious act and anti-promiscuous thoughts were sturdy at hand,

My colour had violated me,

For during these harsh times by which I had been born in,

It was blacks against whites,

And with all the power in the world of my imagination,

I was overpowered by the only superior authority,

And my inferiority had been sentenced.

By Alexandra Daley

Date: October 24, 2006

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