I had read a book titled Kindred and afterward I had nightmares about being a slave. I would always try to run away but i was caught every time. Ugh, scary stuff! So I wrote about it...I think this poem is pretty good.
I was caught like many others,
Chained,
Dragged away from my mother, sister and brothers
It was strange the long trip,
Sickening really,
I couldn’t move and the food, it killed me daily
As I inhaled the smell of throw up and defecation
Thoughts of happiness now seemed all imagination
But finally I saw the sun again,
while standing in front of the lighter skinned
It was then I knew my life had changed
From that point on I was a slave.
My days were long,
My nights were short,
Cooking, cleaning and washing clothes
Of course I was lucky because there were those,
Who, in the sun picked the cotton and plowed the fields
Who, when I was time for bed were so sore could barely kneel
But I couldn’t feel for them cauz Massa like other white men
Found comfort on top of young black skin
And I’d remember when I finally saw the sun again
I was standing in front of the lighter skinned
It was then I knew I’d have to be brave because from that point on I was a slave.
<3 Trindi.
