Spirit of a SlaveA Poem by Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy, JrI hear a rooster singing
its morning chime Stretching my arms from
a pass slumber Another day of waking to
a caged idea Not looking forward to
this croft But I must survive Allowing my seedlings to
prosper
Torturing my ligaments
bear To improve a stranger’s
future Against this dirty acreage With trees swaying with
a wind Looking into the eyes of
a fellow captive Seeing the lost
dreariness
I cry But my tears will not
escape my eyes I will not share my hurt As I hear a thunderous voice Screaming directions of
malicious phrases Making my skin vomit
fear
Just one more day of
this hell on earth But this is my life
bearing tattered clothing And dried up blood from
forced bruises They know my heritage is
strong Fore I am lasting this
personal evil
2am I woke up This is just a dream But it felt so authentic How many lives have I
lived My ancestors are singing Compelling me to taste
the anguish
Creating lively imagery Of an ignored history Imprinting my memories
with displayed hatred Stabbing my mortality With the memoirs of a
covered past Educating me of my
lineage © 2012 Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy, JrAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy, JrElk Grove Village, ILAboutMy name is Rufus Lacy. I am an intercity child, born and raised on Chicago Westside (Garfield Park), as a youth I spend the summers in Money, Mississippi working on my grandparent’s farm and pla.. more..Writing
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