A poem to show the cruel horror of slavery,a dark period for a land of freedom.
|Master said," its time girl".
Best rag dress- with a hair curl.
Back of the wagon,chain hand.
Off to another mans land.
On the block -stone cold feet.
Been here before, feeling meek.
Sold my children, on the fourth.
Dont really have that many marks.
A kind master-next folk with barbs.
Auction man with a switch in hand.
A mild tap, ale drinkers,with bats.
Youll bring a fine price-SILVER.
Teeth good-middle young age-a piller.
Baby on the way-an extra bill.
Muscle back ,to carry loads up hill.
Silver!!! the best sale of the day.
MASTER LOOKED-with a great spit.
My eyes had a first tear.
Thought they were gone after years.
Down off the block-undo the chain lock.
She's yours now -MISTER- good fill.
A dollar extra auction man-ale and a dill.
Into the wagon girl-whats your name?
Dont like that- [SKINGAME].
THATS YOUR NEW NAME.