June 8, 2012
By Anonymous

My heart shatters at the thought of your name.
Hot sun beating down on my neck and skin.
Working for nothing on the land you claim
My hope and patience already worn thin.
I suddenly drop the weeds I had picked
And look off in the far hazy distance.
Through the mirage comes a rock that you kicked.
Squinting, I tremble at your existence.
Here it comes, I predict too correctly.
It's time for the many cracks of the whip.
I shield myself from you directly
And wince. Then the killing pain. Drip, drop, drip.
When at last you leave and slam the door shut
I'm left alone, tending to my deep cuts.

The author's comments:
This is my first poem on this site. It's about slavery.

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on Jul. 17 2012 at 9:43 pm
cherryredheart, Circle Pines, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say how you feel, because those that mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind." -Dr.Seuss

Thanks for your feedback. :)

on Jul. 17 2012 at 2:56 pm
Ashleyy1213 GOLD, CHICAGO, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Life is the art of drawling, without an eraser.

stay on one subject, but very nice.


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