I CHOSE
...I chose to write,
For all those torn-off branches,
For all those scarred backs,
For all those dehumanized bodies,
For all those centuries of persecution.
I chose to read,
To decon...
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Categories:
slave trader, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Thanksgiving gobbledygook
...Thanksgiving gobbledygook
The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
w...
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Categories:
slave trader, 12th grade, africa, age,
Form: Free verse
You'Ve Been Betrayed
..."Come with me on a rousing escapade!"
How temptingly he'd whispered in my ear.
"My dear, I promise there's nothing to fear."
How easily he'd managed to persuade
me. Then secretively, his ...
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Categories:
slave trader, betrayal,
Form: Other
Tribute To John Newton
...“Amazing Grace” never grows old
A hymn for all times and places
Even the most jaded will sing it
I’ve heard it in barroom spaces
‘Tis often sung in worship services
By the choir and ...
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Categories:
slave trader, spiritual, tribute, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
The Amistad Mutiny
...The Amistad Mutiny
Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains below deck on the Po...
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Categories:
slave trader, africa, america, history, racism,
Form: Verse
The Host
...Her eyes aren’t hollow holes
A smoke and mirror trick
She’s filled with gasoline
Not as soulless as you may think
She spites bitter memories
Her skin flares
Itch away the pain
Raw from you ...
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Categories:
slave trader, desire, fear, hate, lost,
Form: Rhyme
Memoir of An African-American Man, Mother
...Mother
—Statue of Ebony Black—
A woman who cried for freedom,
not for herself but on behalf of her children
whose lives are compelled to lie and rise in the cradle
placed ...
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Categories:
slave trader, abuse, africa, evil, slavery,
Form: Epic
The Gift of Song Pt. Ii
...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, ...
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Categories:
slave trader, black african american, history,
Form: I do not know?