Can You Imagine Nineteen Times

Harriet Tubman was free; finally. Free to do what she wanted.
Free to stay out of the south, and free to not ever be a slave again.
But was she satisfied with her own freedom? No. She was not.
She gave up her own peace of mind and safety to help others.

She went back to the south not once or twice, but nineteen times.
Risking her freedom nineteen times.
NINETEEN TIMES!
I cannot imagine risking my freedom one time.

She brought three hundred slaves to the north, and successfully.
I can see why President Obama honored her by putting her on our money.
She stands for everything we say is great about this country.
Integrity. Peace. Selflessness, duty, and courage.

Nineteen times.
There is no way to imagine it.
I cannot.
Can you?
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Mcferran Avatar
July 18, 2019 at 11:08 PM
This is humbling. I am such a baby over so many smaller things.... Truly inspiring poem, my friend! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
July 19, 2019 at 1:14 AM
I cannot imagine it. I truly cannot. I cannot imagine the terror of each time, wondering if "this the time I am caught" and "what will they do when they catch me?"
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