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Before They Came

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Before They Came

  
  	Before They Came
  	
  	Sitting here with my daughter between my knees, I braid her hair, One by one I place the lucky shells in her hair.I hear the call and response in my villiage.. The roll was being called. This gathering was different, The drums tell us we must gather to meet, as we will have guest to greet.
" Habari-Ghani -'' What's the news'' The news is, strangers are here, to look for wives, they want to take us away.                                                                                           The news is, our ways are not there ways, Father says we girls must go away to have a better life.                                                                                                                    Your husband died and no one in this Village will marry you he said; You have a daughter, you must think about.  
                I have many daughters and I cannot take care of you for life.! Things were Fine right before they came, We had our own way of solving problems.                                                                                                                            I want to smell the wood burning on the open fire, I want to dance in moonlight with my sisters, I want to eat from a coconut Shell.                                                                                                                                      I want things to be the same as the were; Before they came!                                                                                                                                       Simmering pots of love, burning wood and coconut shells....Bathing in rivers..weaving our love in baskets. Its been Five-hundred years and I am still here in my new home, holding onto memories of sun filled oceans.                                                                                                                                  Trying hard to hold on to the times of happiness...Before they came. Mamas Laughter, grandmothers wisdom, came with me on this journey. For dear life I am holding on, unashamed, I long for my life...before they came!

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  1. Date: 10/19/2013 11:44:00 PM
    BEFORE SLAVERY

  1. Date: 10/8/2013 5:26:00 PM
    Very nicely written Vicky, tell me is this true for you or someone else ;} I know bad things go on all over the world. Welcome to poetrysoup. You will find very nice people here ;}

    Acquah Avatar Vicki Acquah
    Date: 10/19/2013 11:42:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    THIS IS HOW WE GOT HERE / AND HOW IT WAS BEFORE WE GOT HERE.
  1. Date: 10/8/2013 2:38:00 PM
    Forgive me if I'm wrong or perhaps the answer is so obvious the question should shame me me but is this heart wrenching poem I have read twice now and I know I'll be compelled to read again about African Slavery or the Native Americans plight? This poem is so sad and profound it could apply to both circumstances.

    Acquah Avatar Vicki Acquah
    Date: 10/19/2013 11:43:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    YES YOU ARE CORRECT.