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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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