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Sarel Hines shared a letter in the
Race and Diversity group 8 months agoCage of Life Where Our Lives Matter
S. B. HinesCaged
The Ancestral Forge
In the crucible of history, our ancestors toiled, their sweat and blood melding the earth, forging a land where dreams and nightmares entwined, where freedom’s fire flickered, yet shadows loomed.
They built with hands scarred by the lash, their backs bent under the weight of injustice, yet their spirits soared, defiant and unyielding, for they knew the cost of silence was too high.
Echoes of Chains
Generations passed, but the chains remained, not of iron, but of prejudice and fear, The legacy of bondage etched into our souls, as we tread the same soil our forebears bled upon.
“N***,” they spat, a venomous echo, A word that seared like branding irons, yet we rose, our voices a chorus of defiance, Demanding recognition, dignity, and change.
The Battle Within
We fight not with muskets or bayonets, but with words, with ballots, with resilience, our bodies still battlegrounds, bullets flying, silenced for speaking truth to power.
False accusations pierce our hearts, yet we stand, unyielding, unbroken, for survival is our birthright, our legacy, and we will not be erased.
Tears of the mothers
Mothers weep for sons lost to the void, Black holes masquerading as protectors, their uniforms stained with our blood, their oaths forgotten in the heat of hatred.
When will it end? When freedom’s song Rings louder than the gunfire, the sirens, when we pledge allegiance not to cloth and color, But to justice, compassion, and shared humanity.
The Fifth Amendment’s Whisper
Our minds, forever pleading the Fifth, Silent witnesses to centuries of struggle, yet within that silence lies our strength, The power to reshape the narrative, to break free.
So let us write a new chapter, inked in hope, where cages crumble, and freedom soars, Where the echoes of our ancestors guide us, And the scars become constellations of resilience. -
Sarel Hines responded to a letter in topic Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 9 months, 3 weeks ago
Thank you for the inspiration. This helps with completing my book with confidence.
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Sarel Hines responded to a letter in topic Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 10 months, 1 weeks ago
Thank you so much I really appreciate the kind words
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Sarel Hines responded to a letter in topic Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 10 months, 1 weeks ago
Thank you I appreciate this
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Sarel Hines responded to a letter in topic To my younger self 10 months, 1 weeks ago
This reminds of my child hood, this was excellent
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Sarel Hines shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 10 months, 4 weeks agoSilent Pleas
S.B. HinesBehind the mask, no face to find,
A trick of mind, ‘neath sun that’s kind,
Yet rain pours down within the soul,
Where hidden truths take their toll.“Get up, get on, you’ll be alright,”
The lies they tell ease the plight.
A crown once worn, now tipped and slanted.
Society’s stigma, harsh and untrue.“Go out, be free,” they say, unaware,
That solitude’s chosen over despair.
In sorrow’s depth, alone you wallow,
While unseen, in code, for help you call.Attention sought? Not even a hand to hold,
A listening ear, as your story’s told.
Over and over, being told “You’ll be okay,”
But will they listen, or just turn away?Until the end, when all is read,
And in the paper, your name is led.
Will they see then, what they missed before,
Or just a picture, nothing more?-
This is so well-written and powerful. I am sorry you have felt both unheard and dismissed. Your feelings are valid. If you are ever feeling sad, check out our resources page, theunsealed.com/resources. There are free resources for help. Sending hugs. <3 Lauren
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sbhines923 submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years agoYoung Baby Girl
Sarel HinesDear Baby Girl,
A nick name I gave to you in your younger years, As I write to you across the chasm of time, my bridge of ink and memory too, As I whisper the truths of life you need to hear.
As you begin to feel the weight of the tomorrows, for I see you begin to fret about the future, don’t you? As worry gnaws at your tender heart, but let me assure you, dear one your guiding light will shine, and you will succeed.
Your unseen path is your life’s map that unfolds in so many mysterious ways, the paths you cannot fathom stretch ahead. Each twist, each turn as opportunities awaits, And worry? Don’t fret Baby Girl for it’s only a shadow on the road.
The Canvas of Dreams are your dreams to paint with bold but soft strokes, for they’ll shape your tomorrows. Fear not the blank canvas and paint what you see in your mind; Your colors will be made into a masterpiece.
The Symphony of Resilience is a life’s symphony that plays discordant notes but hear me closely the crescendo nears. Your heartstrings will weave resilience, And worry? It’s but a transient note.
The Constellations of Hope look up, little stargazer! You see the constellations of hope? Each starlight in the sky whispers to you, that “you are enough, just as you are.”
The wings sprout from your shoulder blades, Invisible yet sturdy. They’ll carry you Beyond the horizon of doubt, where worry shall dissolve into stardust.
The Echo of Love is like a river that flows through every season of your soul. So, drink deeply love, for its currents will save you when storms rage.
The Mirrors of Grace are when you gaze into mirrors, see the beauty and poise reflects at you. Your imperfections? They’re brushstrokes, and the portrait of your becoming.
The Whispers of Stars are your secrets that you leave throughout the night sky. Now you have learned to listen to your thoughts in peace and ahead whisper to you the encouragement of the bravery of your future self.
The Unfolding, for your young heart, fret not. The universe conspires in your favor and will embrace the unknown, for within it lies the magic of your becoming.
So, as I come to the end of this letter to me, my sweet innocent younger me, always stay true to you.Voting is closed
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That introduction is so prophetic and well written! “Chasm of time” is such a perfect way to describe that separation between the present and the past. So many sentences and phrases in this are pure poetry! There is an element of self-appreciation here: you assign parts of yourself to some of the most beautiful parts of nature, and it works so…read more
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Thank you so much I really appreciate the kind words
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“The universe conspires in your favor and will embrace the unknown, for within it lies the magic of your becoming.” I love this line. It is so true. <3 Lauren
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Thank you I appreciate this
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Thank you for the inspiration. This helps with completing my book with confidence.
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