Poem A Day April Challenge

Day 23- A historic poem

The marronage

All the adults are speaking in hushed tones,
But I don't quite understand
I still pick the weeds that grow in between the sugar canes everyday
I don't ask any questions
Because everytime I try to interrupt hey yell
Hush young girl!
Don't meddle in big people arguement
So I do as I was told
But one hot night in August
A hand shook me from my slumber
"We getting freedom tonight baby"
My mother's voice never sounded more serious
I dare not utter a word
I just nod my head to say that I understand.
We left the Moore's estate
With only the night as our covering
Even though it was a starless night
The passion and fire in our hearts
Showed the path clear as day
And never again was a whip raised to my back
I had gotten sweet freedom
No more massa.