Slavery is a real thing. I see it often and physically as I meet eyes with victims of sex trafficking and extreme poverty, but I have also seen slavery evident in my own life and my first world, among the hard working middle class to the rich and famous. This is when I understood that freedom is not just a physical thing, but a spiritual one. I've found that breakthrough is less often times about circumstantial changes, but first starts with a transformative shift in the heart and soul. This shift drives us to always want more of the goodness it offers because true freedom has no limits. Breakthrough comes with a breakthrough in perspective: Love is the truth. It gives us boldness. The fruits of injustice are evident in things we witness around us: racism, slavery, poverty, etc. but when we live in justice - which I believe is love, we will see good fruits: freedom, beauty, and compassion. The greatest injustice is not knowing love. This poem is about being in the shoes of a slave girl, but also translates to the spiritual slavery of our generation. How can we be freedom fighters? We can first start with ourselves. What do we need freedom from? Justice is pursuing love, despite anything. To me, that's Jesus.
Bling bling is what she wears
White powder and skin so fair
Long sleek and wavy hair
Polished skin but a tattered heart
When did her slavery start?
One, two, three breaths she holds in
Before the next exhale, another strike at her heart.
Another glance is stolen, her heart is frozen
Another anonymous takes what once was her freedom
A beauty that was chosen, now purchased with a token.
Choking and cringing at the thought of her next lover
Like a tape that plays in her mind
Rewinded and replayed time after time
She doesn't remember how or why
She deserved to be trapped in such a undeserved life
Freedom is distant but hope is what she finds
She clings to the only thing that keeps her standing
Hoping one day to fly but afraid of where she'll land
Money can't take back all those lost nights
She wrestles and fights with herself
And contemplates the meaning of life
But after replaying memories one last time,
She remembers that she once knew true love.
She remembers that her freedom could be worth the fight.
She doesn't care about what she can lose anymore
but just wants to know the meaning of true love
She just wants to remember the beauty
that's illuminated by a permanent light
So she sneaks out of her enemy's sight
Bright in the night, the stars lead her
To a distant land called freedom
She wants to forget about her pain and suffering
She wants to break free from her numb
but feels that she can't give her unholy offering
until she finds herself caught, in the arms of love.
In one moment, she's free and her shame is undone.
In her makers arms, she remembers who she is.
She knows that nothing can separate her from this love.
She thought justice would be when revenge was done.
Until she was undone by grace's unconditional love.
By Jaimie Mijin Park