JOSIE'S POEMS

Poems for Reflection and 

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By Josie Whitehead

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S L A V E R Y

By Josie Whitehead

Slavery

No one will cry when I’ve left this earth
    And no one will tend my grave.
No loving thoughts by family or friends,
     For I’ve lived my life as a slave.

Torn from my home at a tender young age
     And promised good times ahead:
Smiles, kind words and presents from all
     But now I wish I was dead.

Beatings and burnings, long hours of toil;
     Scorching hot irons that brand.
Chains and whips, windows with bars;
      Working at others’ commands.

'You mustn’t shed tears for family and friends
       Or we’ll lock you up on your own.'
For me, no soft pillow for my little head,
      In a world very far from my home.

So don’t cry for me when I leave this earth
      For death will be better than this
And I’ll soon be replaced by another small child
       Sent off with a hug and a kiss.

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