《Poetry; Sure It May Hurt》I Still Remember (You)

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A seed had died here they once said for when it did life started to grow anew. Kept growing.

Never knowing.

Not knowing why that seed had shriveled up with no more life yet to give.

Little did the forest know the seed was merely a young person, a person so pure and kind hearted, they say for they had gone through tremendous pain.

Yet the rumors say they died with a smile on her face.

Not because they wanted to go.

No.

For they knew they had to.

So the forest could grow ever so beautifully.

They were a beauty in themselves.

As they eft this world to create more they lie there on the floor curled up with the dead flowers and kept pouring their heart and soul into this forest.

As they start to fade

The lovely things began growing.

The trees, leaves, creatures to be.

They wonder about happily all because of this mere kind being.

For they loved them. They not know of her. Her kind hearted spirit still lingers within.

She misses the forest she once called a friend.

Maybe its nature she's yearning for?

This land now doesn't feel at home where these people roam upon concrete. It's sad she had always felt misplaced in this new life. Maybe it was because her people were gone.

Hundreds of years ago she had watched them die as the strange people took her to sea.

Killing the ''men'' of the family just to take the ''females'' aboard ship.

Killing the trees and the forest that once was and soon yet to be.

For they started the slavery

As she tried to run they hit her with their guns.

Threw her away on the boat.

Crying she is because she doesn't know them and their mysterious languages.

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The people once working took a halt.

Screaming, yelling and bleeding while she lay on the deck crying trying to help the lady as she speaks, blood pours out.

For It's only fair.

She still remembers everything that happened to this day.

Even though its a few hundered years later.

She still cries in pain from this life and the one once hers now stolen.

She's yerning for it to go back to how life was before.

Her language she once knew, now dying.

And its sad because no one is helping.

No one is trying.

The world she once knew is now forever dying.

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