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#BBCWriteIn: Last Words

I can’t breathe,

As I take in water

My life flashes before my eyes.

I was free before this.

Brown skin

Soaking up the molten sun

On my native ground.

The waves make me sick.

The fear turns my stomach.

And so, we jump.

Better to decide our own fate

Than to go in chains,

Sold like goods

Bedded like animals.

If I am to be a creature

Let me be a sea turtle,

Or a siren.

Let me be the beacon

That ravages these ships

With my brethren.

Let them hear my call

To guide them underwater.

They will never be free

Of the ghost of me.

My sacrifice will haunt

These waters,

Spook these waves

Creating typhoons

And tsunamis

Until the end of time.

Let me be immortalized

In the sea foam.

Carve statutes of me

Forever etched in stone.

We will not be forgotten.

I can’t breathe

As I take on water.

But as I sink

I am free.

As I take my last breath

I am…eternal.

I belong to me.

Jason deCaires Taylor "Vicissitudes"

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