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Title: THEY THINK, WE FEEL Post by: Sis_Iyabinghi on June 26, 2003, 04:29:49 PM There are shattered dreams
Emanating form censored lips Crying out to the slaver Nightmares of a past journey On a battered slave ship Wending its way through the Atlantic A middle passage of skulls and bones Crying out to the slave whose Heart knows no compassion But is as cold as sculpted stones He thinks, he does not feel The the pain of writhing human bodies Beneath the darkened decks, the belly Of a slave ship weaving its way To a new world, a new day A day born of human chattels Providing the means to build castles Labourers without wages While the Atlantic rages A storm in the middle passage Of skulls and bones As cold as the sculpted stones I think, but most of all I feel The brutalization of these precious souls The children of Afrika coming into the cold Crying out to the slave whose Heart is like a northeast wind Chilling to the bone, chillingly Revealing his emaciated and emasculated soul. Iya'shanti. Title: Re: THEY THINK, WE FEEL Post by: ROOTSWOMAN on June 28, 2003, 10:35:12 AM (http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/undergroundrr/images/slavery.jpg)
(http://images.usatoday.com/news/_photos/2002/05-15-inside-slavery.jpg) (http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:YBFTqdCoAZcC:www.friesian.com/ross/ca40/) (http://www.educationworld.com/a_lesson/images/slavery2.gif) (http://www.reed.edu/~failort/slavery.jpg) (http://www.angelfire.com/tv/enhist/images/slavery.JPG) Title: Re: THEY THINK, WE FEEL Post by: Sis_Iyabinghi on June 28, 2003, 02:40:49 PM Greetings Roots,
It is so ironic that you would post the second image from top. I actually have that picture at home which is always a reminder of the despicable nature of some not worthy to be called human. There is also a story attached to that picture. Instead of two men it should have been three. The other man's name is Henry Cameron. He is still alive and well today and was responsible for opening a Black Holocaust Museum in Milwaukee. As the story goes while they were stringing him up, Mr. Cameron claims he heard a female voice crying out to loose him. When they did he ran all the way into town not quite believing that his life was miraculously spared. He attributes the voice to that of the Virgin Mary and divine intervention. This particular lynching took place in Marion, Indiana in 1930. Once again Rastafari Love for more images to remind I'n'I of the wickedness of the oppressor man. One Love. Title: Re: THEY THINK, WE FEEL Post by: Sis_Iyabinghi on June 28, 2003, 02:44:20 PM I should make a few corrections in the above writing:
"Emanating from censored lips" "Crying out to the slaver". Blessed Love. Title: Re: THEY THINK, WE FEEL Post by: ROOTSWOMAN on June 29, 2003, 10:01:50 AM Greetings Sistah!
Give thanks for that piece of OURstory. Never knew that before. EACH ONE TEACH ONE! ROOTS Title: Re: THEY THINK, WE FEEL Post by: Tyehimba on July 19, 2003, 11:34:43 PM Quote There are shattered dreams Emanating form censored lips Give thanks for this thought provoking piece. Your contributions to the poetry forum is much appreciated. .... What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun Or fester like a sore; And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over; Like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? by Langston Hughes |