Rose Slavery Poems

In Africa's heart, a painful past. A story told a tale so quality
of slavery's chains of lives laid waste of people torn from their native...

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A red rose am not
Yellow, pink nor white
My color is lost in between
Different shades in tone
But a rose I still am
Still beautiful to behold
Dressed up...

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-From the Passover musical I wrote, "On Eagles' Wings." This was written with my sister, Sharon Rose-

I’ve had a tough life
With hardship and strife
The pain...

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~"I am covered by the dread. I'm encased in brown this has been dark since birth. For you the means a angered person. So impervious...

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SLAVERY AND REPARATIONS
I am a descendant of slaves - from India!
Anyone who demands REPARATIONS shake & quake at my words
Competition? So, we have competing tales...

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Humanity has taken a chainsaw to the tree of life 
every tear came as a visitor as my eyes they drank 
from the well of...

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INFERNO

As I watched from far away,
Under the sun sending down  its rays,
Not willing to stare any longer,
And about to find my way out,
I noticed...

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Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and  unique cultural heritage in a...

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Slave

No color
No grave
No place
No past
No future
	bonds
	rope
	chains
	Pain
No hope
No Tear
No one to hold near
No redress
No race
No face
Only the end
The final disgrace

A Slave of
	Memories stolen
		.......... the half empty...

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How long will this suffrage last?
Painting the dark picture of a darkened past.
My people are supposed to be blessed,
But we are cursed in this foreign...

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Sam rose at dawn though there was no need
He owned the plantation now, with land
His dead father willed it with the deed
And Sam ran it...

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Love is rose a river blade.
You look to perfection as seasons past
Instead of precious seedling blasts!
God is not be hind you, no!
But ever before us...

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we come in peace
we are rent to pieces
pieces of beads we offer
pieces of soul we barter
barter is fine with us
barter your beads for our gold
gold...

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The children whose skin was brown
Had no choice in how they lived
Taken at a young age to serve a man
Who took all they had as...

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Like a herd of cattle, placed on a ship.
Upon my back, I felt their whip!
Ripping into my flesh, excruciating pain.
Forced across the big water on...

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