Seven

by Samantha Crowe

People arrive, strange beings met.
Help is given, but it's returned with threat.
Promises are made and broken.
Lives destroyed right in the open.
Millions are cold and dead,
without a single ounce of remorse.
But you only learn about savages in your course
History is buried alive,
as people today are struggling to breathe.

But when you're seven, you don't know this.
All you know is what you see.
Broken homes and empty fridges,
I satisfied my hunger with different realities.
I was a lucky one,
coming out alive with only a few scars.
But that is something no one sees,

Not even your own mother who is doing her best, to rise above the ashes,
because everyone went down in flames, when people came in and took
whatever they wanted.

Your sanity, your faith, even your children.
We still continue to live in the past and see old realities.
Trying to become better and be true to yourself,
has been a long time coming.
Seven generations to be exact.

That seven year old grew up, and over,
All the expectations people had.
I live to do better.
To feel better.
To be better.
Because god knows this place needs it.
Because god knows, I need this.