Body open like a casket at visitation, men pay their respects and say farewell..it’s devastating. In her head she can get away thinking like Tubman to plan her escape. Running so deep in her mind.. Life so precious.. Never mind. Trying to find life not full of dread.. But can’t seem to find it from her bed. Battered and blue shes knows the truth, life is black; she is the proof.
Used up like a glove when he pitching, all he does is scream.. Tell her to stop bitching.. You dont have any dreams. So while she Harriet Tubmans– Planning that escape.. In her dreams it is the only way. Wishing that someday things would change.. She goes deeper, wonder if the only way is to meet the reaper.