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 – @KrysJehan