The Road of Liberty

The Road of Liberty

An innocent being came to our earth,

This is the beginning of our bird’s birth.

Born in a little tree in Mississippi,

He wanted to discover the world taken by curiosity,

Flying North across rivers, forests and danger

With the hope of escaping places of anger.

Seeing less and less lynching scenes on his way,

Discovering new cities and churches to pray,

He arrived in Harlem, the holy land of diversity.

The thought of a better life and liberty

Went through all his body. Glad of his journey,

Confident in his future, he began his story.

During this time, another being who starved,

Had the same aim while talking to Ted,

Her own little cottoned friend. Remembering

Her lost father hung by KKK and her working

Mother exhausted trying to pay her debts,

She felt a deep emptiness and without any regrets,

Walked North for a better life.

During her journey, accompanied by strangers,

She thought it was the road of freedom seeing birds

Flying all around, playing like children.

Finally she arrived, in the district of Harlem,

Where she discovered jazz, murals and churches.

She followed the others, prayed and smiled to her ears.

Both had reached what they wanted happiness.

Our little bird saw people of all sorts, all colours.

He founded his own family and lived happily.

Our little girl became a true woman, founded her brand,

Created her restaurant and found her husband.

She will later become one of Harlem’s success stories.

This is a poem made by french students. Please do not take the numerous langage mistakes into account.

With the hope that it is helpful. Your dear Guest. Still not 250 words. What a shitty system. I tyhink that there's actually more than that.

Do not understand. Give me feedback if you want to share any piece of advice.

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