Bound in shackles
displaced,disgraced
separated,torn apart
one by one they march
away from the ones who hold their hearts
towards a life of work of cultivation
in the plantations of foreign nations
after many years passed
finally set free,from slavery
generations apart,not knowing were to start
so much lost..language,culture,art
yet it all started with new names given
by people no longer living
not knowing were to go
feeling all alone,including the grown
maybe settle in what has become home
displaced,disgraced
once again separated, torn apart
this time because of freedom
what once was family
scattered like forestry
some in the islands
we now call Caribbeans
others in the foreign lands
we now call Americans
And those who remained in the mother land
are known as Africans
Displaced,disgraced
separated, torn apart
thats my family tree
of black ancestry
1 comments:
Your poetic and prolific writting will take you to great heights. This peice on slavery is so amazing and touching.Every black person the world over can relate to it one way or the other.Keep on writting and know that you have big fans behind ya.Remember also that am the future manager when those books hit the market some day.Lol
Francis C
Francis
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