![]() 1920A Poem by manchilld99![]() Amid 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 Author![]() manchilld99rochester, 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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