Best Historymother Poems
Mother England surrogated me
And O her white breast was sweet
Honey on my tongue muting misery
While banana trash tied my feet
She stripped me naked in her bed
No culture clothe me from winter’s cold
Her language like a saber in my head
O mother England ships were bold
I was the darkie holding the flag
On the native shores of my own heart
Knowing well history wears the cloth to rag
For mother I did my patriotic part
And when the sugar season was done
And the black mint tea in the cup
Said I lag behind the fifth son
I convulsed, and identity hiccupped
Who is my father, then I asked
And why is my skin not pure as yours
Why are you rich, when I am tasked
Why only pity for hunger and sores?
Hush child, don’t listen to America
Them ******* are ungrateful, boy
They will go from school to Attica
Democracy is too precious to destroy
But I did not ask about another land
I wanted my promise to keep in my hand
Because I saw the waves gnawing sand
And knew I am dead if I had no plan.
So around the fireside of leaky huts
Kit and kin we dreamt and went
To Liverpool from our Stony Guts
And subtle too was our intent.
For mother stored their her stolen wealth
Repatriated from the mangled shores
Yes we can work but like Anancy’s stealth
We will castle our rights and keep the stores.
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6. Billy, the Kid Part 3
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On April 10th, 1846 on the ship Devonshire from Liverpool,
one Catherine McCarty, age 17 arrived in New York during times most cruel.
She made this long journey to escape the famine occurring in her native Ireland.
We don't know if she arrived alone or with family
or whether she was married or accompanied with a boyfriend.
The passenger arrival manifest has her listed a servant as the occupation she did.
Based only on her age and her name, many historians have speculated and proclaimed
that she's the mother of BILLY the Kid.
Billy's mother died on September 16th in the year of 1874.
She was 45 years old according to her obituary.
Combine the above information and we know one thing for sure.
Immigrant Catherine shared the same age and name as did the true mother of Billy.
It seems that due to health reasons, Catherine McCarty's life had gone onto
searching for dryer climate out west as a single mother of two.
One of her sons would live a full life and then fade into obscurity.
Her other son would die very young and become one of the greatest legends to ever be.
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8. Catherine McCarty Part 2
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