1920A Poem by manchilld99Amid the grand people, places, and occurences written into our history often are forgotten the humble souls within whose stories lie the true lessons of history's "Big Picture."
I done all de work … Plowed de mules Chopped de cotton Cleared de forest Lined de track. I war’nt no trouble I said yas suh and no ma’am I was mos’ a durn good hand. Given ol’ Marse nineteen chi’ren … all boys to work de fields ‘ceptin’ one onliest daughter for de Big House kitchen ‘n ol' Marse’s bed An’ when I died they buried me in de field b’hind the quarters under a cypress tree. I met my grandson today an’ knowed then the fruits of ma work was watchin' his lifeless feets ... dangling from above. © 2016 manchilld99Reviews
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16 Reviews Added on June 7, 2010 Last Updated on January 21, 2016 Tags: lynching, oppression, segregation, Reconstruction, racism Authormanchilld99rochester, NYAboutI write poems and stories, and have broadcast a blues show on the radio since 1982. I am from Harlem, currently live in Rochester, NY, but have been around. more..Writing
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