The Spirit of a Slave
Where did all those black people go in Black History such as W.E.B Dubois,
George Washington Carver, Sojourner Truth,and many more that came before.
Why have their families disappear?
When you search their genealogy, their surnames are found.
Were their families wiped-out?
I am speaking on today.
These people paved a way out no way.
[***** SPIRITUAL - THE SPIRIT OF A SLAVE]
These old bones of mine stir in the grave.
I was a freedom fighter in my days.
Great I did do for the slaves even when their life in this country had been made.
We wanted a better living a holistic way.
Our troubles where many; we saw through the white man eyes or ways.
Old bones of mine became tired and disengaged.
Where is my family now?
Where did they go?
My spirit roams to find my kinfolks.
Our surname is no more.
My soul was baptized in the Mississippi.
I was raised from the river saved.
No sin was present and I lived right.
When I knew my time had come, I closed my eyes.
In those days, doctors were few in saving the life of a slave.
The pain was so great I knew I was gone.
But by the grace of God my life went on.
Ten years later, I was summoned home.
My people are no more.
Where did my people go?
I see our house yonder.
Our surname is not in existence any more.
The spirit of a slave
The soul afire
Roams the world in the sweet by and by
He shouts, "Still I Rise!"
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Penned April 29, 2014!
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