A Young Negro Testifies

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday, when I heard you was gonna represent Tom at the trial and share the widow’s homelier pottage bowed ‘til your bonnet brushed the floor far below you saw the bricks on the floor mostly these are seen as food labels stooped and raised your knees, because of laziness the dust of the city backward down your back so thin like ducks. And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?” (This poem was created using snippets from other poems.)