It was the realization of the moment,
the irony of the scene,
Auntie vs. Niece
Slave owner vs Slave
But for once...
I was the teacher
She was the student
Change was near
I panicked,
Ignorantly with the secrets of a tortured soul,
With the weight of the world on a heart
already made weary
Running, running, running...
Change chased me
The sound of roaring lions...
vs. the presence of an anaconda
filled the air with a mutual outspoken silence,
Glancing into the eyes that painfully pierced through my
solitary soul...
I decided to free myself from the heavy chains that
the enemy once used to constrain me
Change had spoken
I fought,
Using the strength of the silent anaconda,
The weapons formed by experiences of my tortured soul
and the troubles formed by fears of my weary heart...
I won the bloodiest battle that one could fight mentally
It's the freedom of forever,
The defeated look across her evil face
Auntie with niece...
Niece with courage
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I see that it is much longer and that you used more things like who or what vs who or what. You added more things, and more descriptions. i like this one better because you can see more like get more of a visual image! I like it!
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