Spoken from the Heart

Black Culture

We have been taken from our homes

To serve the men in white

We have had to change our language

So we can understand our owner

We are beaten when  we have done wrong

We keep our traditions to our self

I hope one day I can have wings

So I can fly to my freedom

We keep our songs

With rhythms and harmonies

In those songs we talk about

Love, faith, work, and kindness and cruelty of our masters

We love to dance

To refresh our spirits

We hope that one day

We could be the clever brother rabbit

And our masters are the dull brother fox

So we could out smart him and be free

We pray day in and day out

So we can be with our family

To be free from the ones

Covered from head to toes in white

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This is my interpretation of what it would have been for the African Americans who were slaves. This is historic fiction. Some parts are based off of what had happened others were just my imagination.