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The Gift of Song Pt. Ii

She flinches, shudders as chains tug at her flesh The ruthless slave trader and rapist whispers to the auctioneer And instinctively she knows that it is her turn to be sold. The noise heightens, her eyes focus on a kind face in the crowd. A well dressed man with a curly mustache wearing a black a top hat His expensive suit quite obvious as he moves deliberately through the crowd He approaches the platform and takes the slave trader aside As the bidders become raucous, jostling and argument ensue Her eyes trail the well dressed man with the curly mustache As he haggles with the ruthless slave trader Again, looking up towards the sky once more, she day dreams Her Mama had been sold some time ago, never to be seen again. And as she recalls the soft murmuring words of comfort Tears fall easily from ebony eyes rolling down her face. Then she heard a voice whisper, “Don’t cry.” “Don’t cry, Heddie”. I am here. I am with you. And wherever you go, I will go with you. The road will be treacherous and mighty long. This road will be hard, the Journey, long. Yet you will be resilient. You will endure and you will be strong! Today, I bring you a gift for all your days and beyond. The gift of song! May your soul find rest when you sing. In joy or sorrow, trials and trouble, worship And praise, you will sing and your spirit will ascend to God’s throne of grace.” In that moment the chains that shackled hands and feet fell loudly onto the block (That was the beginning of a new life for Heddie. The well dressed man with The kind eyes rescued Heddie and the others that day. As the story about her great Grand mother is told to her grandchildren sitting at her feet, they all realize that the blessing which was given eons ago as Heddie stood on the auction block at twelve had been passed forward to the present generation. They are the descendants of Heddie and the well dressed gentleman who had moved to upstate New York where he married Heddie and gave the slaves their freedom.) This is written in celebration of "Black History" Month and in collaboration with Jimmy Matthew Anderson

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Date: 2/7/2010 11:57:00 AM
Great tribute to BHM and we are all prisoners in our mind. You and Jimmy make a dominant team.
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Date: 2/5/2010 4:35:00 PM
Awesome write. I've never attempted something this long ... thanks so much for this remembrance ...
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Date: 2/4/2010 4:15:00 PM
This is a wonderful poem Audrey...Glad you and Jimmy wrote this together...Enjoyed....Marty
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Date: 2/4/2010 12:15:00 PM
oops, soirry I hadn't gotten what you just told me about the part in quotes. I think it's because of the note you put at the bottom that I was thinking the man actually spoke to her in that moment! I can see clearly the meaning now. It's an awesome story!
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Date: 2/4/2010 6:54:00 AM
thanks i thought that she was my niece but i made a mistake but thank you for the comment and you keep writeing your self
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Date: 2/4/2010 4:22:00 AM
Top write lady enjoyed so much thank yu Daniel
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Date: 2/4/2010 1:33:00 AM
A wonderful ending for Heddie, or should that be beginning. It is a great thing for older generations to record their history. I have traced a long line back in my ancestor tree, and it has been an eye opening journey. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story..... Margaret
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Date: 2/3/2010 8:54:00 PM
Thankxxx Audrey for passing on the message but I have NO idea who Tabitha is .. she comments on my poetry too.. seems a little shy .. she must be a newbie... thankxxx .. I cannot think of a lovlier messenger... luv.. Linda-Marie..
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Date: 2/3/2010 1:28:00 PM
Audrey, I love this and i want to know why the man told her she was getting the gift of song. It's based on a true story, and it makes me curious to know what would motivate someone to say that to a stranger. This is a very interesting story and i think you should develop it even more fully and write a short story, or perhaps even a novel about this woman! LUv Andrea
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Date: 2/3/2010 1:20:00 PM
Audrey, A fairytale ending that proves that miracles can and do happen. This is a wonderful story that expresses well the suffering slaves had to endure. I am glad you chose to end your story with a miracle. A beautiful poem to celebrate Black History Month. Blessings, Connie
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Date: 2/3/2010 9:25:00 AM
hey thanks for the comment and it was about me but i wont lock my heart away and when you talk to linda tell her that her ant said hi thank you so much on the sweet poem i really liked it alot tabitha
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Date: 2/2/2010 7:46:00 PM
Audrey.. Soup Mail has Server Error message on it... send to my yahoo mail .. petitepoetess@yahoo.com.. if u want to ..easier that way... luv.. Linda-Marie..
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Date: 2/2/2010 7:32:00 PM
Bravo on a wonderful tribute to the start of Black History Month.. kudos Audrey to u and Jimmy for an outstanding write and interesting story ... if this were not in two parts u could have submitted for the Miracles contest.. as being rescued from slavery is a true miracle in itself... congrats to both of u on a magnificent collaboration.. luv.. Linda-Marie..
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Date: 2/2/2010 7:19:00 PM
I am still fighting the segregation here in Birmingham Al, we still have all minority schools and a 60 percent unemployment in the inner city.
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