Short Poems for Black History Month

I am waiting I am wondering.
Where does freedom speak?
I am weary, I am wanting.
Where does freedom speak?
Beautiful Ebony, where have you gone?
Nothing is left but an empty cage.

My back is broken, my spirit, too.
Where does freedom speak?
My heart does sink, I feel human no more.
Where does freedom speak?
Only Grace can save me now.
Nothing is left but an empty cage.