Pain Slavery Poems

In halls of our reluctant destiny.
We fight through hell to be free.

Imbued with the Iron will of steel.
Realty of horrors becomes real.

Broken into many anguish...

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Written By:  D. Collins 2/26/24


When I hear "a country of immigrants" I wince in pain.
Because one ethnic group traveled here in chains.
They didn't walk...

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Coursing through our veins is the blood of survivors.
We have endured.
We are here because they endured.
We are here because they were brave, strong, resilient, and...

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Drop of tear
Splash the floor
She remain still 
Until the gush of wind tilt

Oh my goodness
Why I have to face such freak
No one deserve to be...

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My dreams became galling
To my fratricidal brothers
My father's favor appalling
Birthed from different mothers

"The master of dreams is coming."
Down the cistern they tossed me
Their plan to...

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Hate Vacuuming?

By Mark Stucky
Vacuum cleaners are pneumatic nobles,
built to cleanse our offices and homes,
sucking dust from floors and crevices
to discard in trash cans
(where dirt belongs).

What...

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In the annals of time, a tale untold,
Resides the slavery loop hole, bold.
Within the Constitution, revered and strong,
Lurks a dark verse, where justice went wrong.

Enslavement's...

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Shifting in the parody of madness.
He reluctantly embraces this deep sadness.

It blooms in his twisted mind’s eye.
When conflicts of his beliefs run awry.

He desperately attaches...

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Time. Just so much time lost in the prison without Bars. The mind
 Wondering if anyone can hear me ,have I been left behind
I reach...

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They said we would be rid of our chains 
But, they've only grown tighter 
They said that welts would heal and fade
But, all I feel...

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A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.

The parallax of bliss..

An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you...

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Can enough be enough?
                 Did they seek for 
...

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders...

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--Mortality's Dance--


I murmured that cyanide could joust the Jester’s incessant need for the prolonging.

His tortured soul could bite the bullet and find inner peace from...

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The anguish I feel in winter
came from the times of slavery
the pity I felt when I saw
black people sweating for life
on the other side of...

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