By the river with the low hanging cypress trees and the strong rapids, down by the field, she was sleeping,
But reality woke her from what she knew to be a dream, and not her future.
she was neglected, hurt, defined by the scar on her forehead.
she was abused for the color of her skin
she was owned.
she was cheated by the world, just like each of her brothers and her sisters.
she was alone.
she waited for an answer, an answer that could only come from liberty or from death.
so minty ran.
minty ran far,
one-hundred miles far following the North Star that shown bright in the sky.
when she was lost, He guided her to the river that took her home,
the river that took her away from the heat of hatred and grimness
the river that washed over her face, cleaning her from the dirt of her “masters.”
in thirty-days time, she felt
the warmth of acceptance,
the warmth of respect.
she stand there,
with the right of her freedom in her grasp,
the sun reflected in her tear-filled eyes.
Minty felt the freedom embrace her,
she felt her brothers and sisters around her,
she felt the comfort of a home.