I am a house slave born Akiwa renamed Sara
I have birthed two of my slave owners’ children
My fairer skin and features made me appealing to him
And I had no choice but to give myself for my own safety
My children have even fairer skin
They look more like him than me
So they don’t know I’m Their mother
or their beautiful history
His wife could not bear children so mine became hers
And it breaks my heart watching them grow
Knowing the things they could never know
But I watch them as they learn to read
and do as the owner does
And I kept silent out of a mother’s love
Knowing nothing good could come from the truth
They treat me as a slave sometimes even with unkind words even though from me they came
But for their sake I speak no words
So that their freedom will always remain without knowing a slaves pain