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

Gwen Brockbank

Slave Poem: 

Working everyday

Never get the pay

Celebrate at night

Don't put up a fight

Tried to get away

Only got to stay

Alexis Sprague

I am a slave
Traded and sold by white men
Forced to work in fields for little or nothing
I am a slave
I'm not perfect because of my color
I'm inferior to the white men above me
I am a slave
Thought of as property
And not as a human being
I am a creature, an it, a slave
But despite what they say I am more than that
Greater than a creature, an it, or a slave
I am a PERSON

Natalia Bell

Does he even see me?

Does he recognize me?

Master only calls me:

Wench,

Slave,

Girl.

But,

If he could recognize me,

Maybe even call me by my name,

Would he know how much more effective I would be?

Because that's all I ask for.

Viviana Bruno

I am a slave
I cry, I sing, I live my life
I do the best to survive
It's my duty and a curse
It's the way us people work
I may be small but I am strong
I stand for all slaves who don't belong!

Nick Muscaro

Slave Life

Wake up in the early hours to the morning bell

Straight to the fields to start the day

Work tell lunch the only good time a day

Back to the fields for the rest of the day 

Cuts in my back from the falls throughout the day

The sun goes down to my bed I go just over start over the next day