Whippings Poems - Poems about Whippings

...Their philosophers dehumanized our ancestors. Their missionaries demonized their humanity. Their merchants made them chattel. Whippings, rapes, amputations, For the training of wild ******* w......Read the rest...

... "And he (Jesus) said to them. Be not afraid. You seek Jesus who was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him." Mark 16:6 vi......Read the rest...

...I'm an ex-prizefighter and my name is Glass Joe. If you're wondering if I could win fights, the answer is no. I got my ass kicked by a shrimp and his name is Little Mac. I got knocked out in the f......Read the rest...

...Sheba had that twirly whirly jumpy bumpy personality That told you she was either a Gemini or on drugs I am a Gemini, and on drugs, so I recognized her right away Others steered clear of her, us......Read the rest...

...Earth is sad Flesh is sand Shadow is black My skin is dark. Black man down White man's town Tweets and Hashtags Protests and Blackcards, But the system is Prejudiced Jury men in white r......Read the rest...

...Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant to the whims of those about him endlessly wordlessly wondering about the many demented subjective qualities of our ever present mammalian imperative via......Read the rest...

...What if you were born in the 1800's? What if your nose was triangular? What if your skin color were 3 shades of bronze, brown or black ......Read the rest...

...She Goes Back By Lillian J. Jeffrey Whispers flow like a river she will be sold sold or rented like a cash crop Born on a Maryland plantation her mother works the big house Harriet r......Read the rest...

...She Goes Back By Lillian J. Jeffrey Whispers flow like a river she will be sold sold or rented like a cash crop Born on a Maryland plantation her mother works the big house Harriet r......Read the rest...

...She Goes Back By Lillian J. Jeffrey Whispers flow like a river she will be sold sold or rented like a cash crop Born on a Maryland plantation her mother works the big house Harriet runs ......Read the rest...

...Chopsueycide; They’re gathering for the feast this time; last time it was a roasting. Chopsueycide; An acquired taste that’s guaranteed to raise temperatures, but not pulses. Chopsueycide; Ad......Read the rest...

...In a dark part of hell the tormentor lives exploiting all of your deep darkest sins then making you forgive punished you beg tormentor you scream as he peels back your skin opening your rib cage......Read the rest...

...MOM, YOU ARE SILL ALIVE AND WELL I miss your smile, the times we shared and the world that you opened my eyes to. I smile at the major ass whippings you put on me in your goal to bring disci......Read the rest...

...My father marched gung-ho towards anarchy, Many friends by his side fell before the end, They died brave in the face of danger and sin, Their memories erased buried in mud blend. The men went ......Read the rest...

...- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - My father was a rich man, la, * Though schooled in poverty, (1) As such he seldom raised his head, Displayed humility. The center of the ‘Dust Bowl' years......Read the rest...