We were once slaves....(#Day 72)
Listen
We were once slaves
who drank from the empty waters of africa
These things..
These things that we were
were the beginning of things
before our neck bent in rebellion
Source: Artist Wondee Zamani
Walking in long queues
Like camels in sahara
We filed across the sandy shrubs
With lashes directing our paths
And digging ridges on our back
These things that we were
Gave us
Hunger
Anger
Strife
For wives
As they were the only things
That caressed our naked bodies
In the cold of the night
But we couldn't talk
We only swallowed them in
Like heavy saliva
In the holy barbaric matrimony
They said we were
Daft
Dumb
Dead
Where these things took us to
Its the worst form of madness called
3D
.
So we could be cleansed of it
We worked our souls out
As hunger worked too in our belly
In the night..
Our women became moaners of unending thrusts
Looted away to the other things
Who we saw with our covered eyes
Those who wore polished tuxedos
Were they beings?
We couldn't tell
Our men..
A reoccurring epitome of dead skeleton
Where one could count ribs under their falling flesh
These men..
Who stood like dried bamboos
that held the village together
Where the ones who worked out sweats
As payment
Our boys
symbols
Of hope that is slowly dying
Could only color their hearts
With hungry questions
As their eyes sat in their hollow sockets
Our girls
Statues
of innocence ripped out
Were the ones that swayed
Their buoyant hips
To the beats of poverty and slavery
These things...
Married them
Listen
These things that we were
Are not the things that we are Or were
These things that we were enslaved to..
These things that were our task masters
Was our past
Coated in my beauty of words
Until I could work my way through
These things...
Were my past
Enslaving my mind
To its tentacles
Source: Public Domain
We've been going smoothly in the steemit school poetry 100 days challenge.
Today is the 72th day.
Here, I chose to talk about the past, enslaving people in a similar way slaves were enslaved in the past, trying to paint a vivid picture of the slavery era.
I hope you enjoyed it.
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You're the bomb my friend, one of the best writers on this platform really, this poem is emotional, yet I felt every word in me tingle, it's beautiful.
Really?
I'm really smiling and grateful for those comments.
Visiting your blog too, reminds me that there are good poets that still wield beautiful words on steemit.
I'm very grateful you stopped by.
very nice poem !!!
Wow. This is POWERFUL. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for stopping by.