i was recently asked to write a poem with something relating to freedom without using the word freedom
It's over, i'm left alone. This world has something new coming for it,
my master was taken away,
I was left with his home and life,
I'm going to let all the rest of the slaves loose so they can enjoy life,
Everyone should be able to live on their own and do their own thing that's why we came to america at least i thought. Some of us we're bagged and gagged, then dragged to the ship then bound tightly to the ground where we wouldn't be found unless we we're supposed to be found.
These people didn't want to live this life no one does, unless for some reason they life being treated like a donkey hauling supplies.
At least that's how we're treated, like animals in a pack.
But there's no way to watch anyone's back, because your back will be left open and that's when they strike.
Crack the whip strikes the black back, everyone stops and stares, the desperation fills the air, but they know nothing can be done so they hurry back to work before the whips striking their back.
I hope their new life will suit them better your no longer property do as you please.
But please just leave don't make it harder than it needs to be,
Your life has been wasted for far to long,
And don't you dare go sing any sad songs,
Live every day like it's your last because any day you could be brought back,
And if you're brought back there's going to be pain,
And some blood spilling out of your veins
