I see emotion dripping off her body Extensions of her soul drenched in the sweat of her fear Loneliness has taken its toll She is of African decent, strength is engraved in her But life's moments has scarred her muscle Her beauty wrinkled by long days Her body tired from arduous thought I see her crying Her eyes filled with blood of centuries Her hands filled with cuts of struggle Her translations are in her eyes No need for writing or talking Death is in her blink Ressurection in her smile Disappointment expressed in her countenance All she asks is to be free Free of thought Free