Poetry day/ Slave Poem Rebekah Heaton

In honor of Emmline



Free like a bird
Dark like a candles room no hope lots of fears
What a curse to be that color
curls swirl around me like an octopus in the sea
slender hands cling onto the bar that will change my life

Golden Charcoal birds
free to roam the skies
hope for all of us
that maybe one day we will be
free like a bird

Hard mean jeering face
stares hungrily at me
oh how I hate my curls
they are a burden to me
crow you are lucky you fly away free

Down goes the gavel
"sold to the man in the red shirt"
the dirty hard man
who stares so much at me
dread despair fear so much fear
swirl around me
help god, if there is one


Golden Charcoal birds
free to roam the skies
hope for all of us
that maybe one day we will be
free like a bird

Slave poem by: Kilea Blake

The old little cattle had a dream, i want to be free
I want to roam from house to house, all day anytime
I want to be free. The old little cattle yelled all day
let me let me free!

I the favorite letter by: Kilea Blake

I the most favorite letter of all.
We all want to talk about ourselves
I, I,I. It's so unique to be a roman numeral,
 without I there would be no TEAM. I is
just the hidden and forgotten letter in A

Dachelle Church Letter D

D

D is doll, m y nickname and soul

D is a Delightful letter it's a simle by Picasso put on sideways.

I can make a sun rise just look the right way.

Dachelle Church

    I stand in the field with my thoughts all abroad, and my mamas acallin' from the cabin door knob. I run with all my might for I've been watching the stars by the old 'sippi river and enjoying our newly found freedom. My sisters been sold were getting her back, then we are leaving to Canada to be with father.

Alex Acuna's Slave Poem

Where are my kids?
Where is my husband?
Where is my freedom?
Where is my childhood?
What do I have left in this cruel world?
Why am I less than you?
Can't dwell on questions I will never get answered. 

Patricia Galvan Slave Poem

I fulfill an empty redundant life
were freedom is mocking over hills
life is a challenge but I strive
I gain endurance and strength that builds

crossing plains just to be free
is but only a goal one can not see
no one understands how feelings show
for tormentors hurt us just to be sold