Sunday, November 27, 2011

slavery poems cont

what he do

them stripes are itching
mama says don't scratch
got to keep them clean
if I want to stay alive
I don't want to stay alive
after what he did to me
and I know
he gonna do it some more
to me
like all us here
in the cabins
say he own me
say don't fight him
hurt me too
down there
my skin jump and it's
burning so hard
when she wash me
she touch me
oh so gentle
but my feet shake
my hands shake
and I just cry
cause it aint over
till I get free
maybe I try again
if there aint no baby

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