The Middle Passage

February 4, 2011
By conamaira BRONZE, Whispering Pines, North Carolina
conamaira BRONZE, Whispering Pines, North Carolina
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I have risen high
Been taken into the sky
I watch my people weep
So many bodies did heap

Mine was thrown into the sea
Expelling some rotten debris
From that repulsive place
That does encase and debase

The cuts on my hands
From shackles I did withstand
The scars on my back no longer felt pain
Those I received by starving in vain

They cry out to the ancestors
To save them from their abductors
Death would be the best
And now my soul does rest

But I must watch over my son
For his journey has only just begun
He will be a slave to those white devils
And serve them on many levels

They will revel in his pain
Continuing to be inhumane
But one day they will be condemned
For all those poor people they did expend

The author's comments:
This is from the point of view of a dead slave. I wrote it for my AP World History class.

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HRay said...
on Nov. 9 2016 at 10:27 am
Great Poem


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