May 25, 2011
By DRENNA SILVER, Greenville, South Carolina
DRENNA SILVER, Greenville, South Carolina
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Ripped from their country,
To be sold for little change, or no money.
They’re only here to work, then left dying.
Did anybody else hear the little girl crying?

Here name was Yamaha and she just turned five.
She just witnessed her parents buried alive.
They refused to do labor a minute more.
They’ve forgotten labor’s a non-negotiable chore.

News got around before Yamaha could weep.
Every one of all ages was afraid to sleep.
They needed someone brave to make amends.
Thing was, Abolitionists were the slaves’ only friends.

Without the abolitionists’ agreeing to help,
Slavery could’ve transformed to be more in depth.
The future was in their hands to hold.
Thanks for stepping up and being so bold.

Now were at the 2009 inauguration.
Luck, miracle, should we join in celebration?
The president is black so let’s please strive,
To put all our battles, and differences aside.

The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this poem because it was black history month.

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