Slavery Poems | Examples of Slavery Poetry

GOD Love Slaves Too...Read the rest...

Remember You Were Migrates In A Foreign Land...Read the rest...

taken from home as young as the age of five told you don't have a name no more and your parents aren't alive flogged and whipped abused and assaulted attempts of escape then years of trauma resulted changed the way you spoke being...Read the rest...

Why call it tying the knot Out of a knot some husbands have got ...Read the rest...

They came with flags, with ships so grand, To claim the soil, to seize the land. With words of trade, they spoke of peace, Yet bound us tight with chains' increase. Our fields, our homes,...Read the rest...

The air smells different now cleaner, somehow. Like a breath I’ve never taken before. June, 1865, a warm wind brushes against my skin, and I stand taller than I ever thought I could. No more the shadow of a master’s whip, no...Read the rest...

Who were these people? Those who committed such casual cruelty? It wasn't a minority either but the majority. There are too many accounts of pain and sorrow to be otherwise. Was man another species altogether then? Without empathy,...Read the rest...

Dinner scraps, primal deathtraps. Life’s meal is the class struggle, and some of us are left starving. We are the movement of the masses, a sleeping colossus running on corporate time. Dinner scraps, merciless steel traps. We are measured only as commodities....Read the rest...

THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US I am not for that Though I do not remember giving of suck From my mother’s breast I was not made to be drinking, ingesting cow’s milk THE MAKING OF US...Read the rest...

She makes her way onto the streets. Her lashes are fixed on. Neon pink her lipstick is. Her blush is “Sudden Dawn.” Thigh-high is the dress she wears, and high-heeled are her shoes. Her smile is forced, but unconcerned are men she...Read the rest...

. The day i learn'd ...Read the rest...

In modern times, it's plain to see. We are a slave to our own technology. It's more than a habit, it's quite an affliction. To see such mobile phone addiction. We scroll and swipe, but at what cost? The art...Read the rest...

Fate weaves the fabric of our fleeting days, Like tangled threads beneath a weaver’s loom, I pull the strings, but do they shift or stay? Or does the hand that guides belong to doom? I wonder who decides the...Read the rest...

I see your suffering How Satan is treating you But hold on and I will give you Fruit from the Tree of Life ...Read the rest...

In the past we had to rip them from their mothers screaming, crying ... afraid and remold them in our image antiquated traditions to be discarded minds and values to...Read the rest...