Color of Truth
Naïve and wondrous as a young lady
She dreamed of flowers and fist full of candy
English men bought her along with a herd
Taking rein of her life to foster the creed
Little Miss Isabella spoke only Dutch
Her master would whip her for not understanding much
Quickly and affectively, she learned to cater for their demands
Yet, they continued with their harsh commands
Growing Isabella began to pray out-loud
These kept her going and strengthen her sole
Targeting her forbearance and unfailing obedience
Incentive of freedom was promised for consistency
Cruel master pulled her rein, violating her trust again
That is when she broke-down and shed tears in pain
She prayed for mercy and for direction
This enabled her to make the correction
No strength could get in her way
When Lord gave her the courage to walk away
Along her journey, she met natives who believed in humanity
Through them, she discovered scrolls of Christianity
Old Testaments became her passion
Readily she adhered to the truth with compassion
In Lord’s way, she preached along as Sojourner Truth
Anti-slavery, women’s right and religious tolerance was her pursuit
Up to this day, her words hold courage, strengthen and aspiration
Masses are captivated by her unfathomable fashion
If she can salvage her purpose in life
Then, what dissuade us in our strife
My first poem ever!
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