I remember when our culture consisted of
Violence and murder
I remember when you were
Judged by the
Color of your skin and not the
Color of your character
When there were whips and chains
Then came the time I remember when you wouldn't
Walk down the road
Alone
When everyone was your enemy
When people would come out
From all sides and beat you
With whips and chains
And now
Where constant torment
Every day
I remember when you wouldn't dare to walk
Down the hall
Alone
When words would come at you
Like whips and chains
It's amazing, I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteDeep and BEAUTIFUL. Includes a lot of intriguing meaning and gets me thinking. Very well made poem. Wow.
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DeleteLovely. The intensity is empowering and the strength of it is, I agree with Willa, beautiful. Great job. Incredible thinking and voice.
ReplyDeleteVery thought-provoking, Charlie. You've found a strong metaphor for in hurtful words with whips and chains. I am wondering, though, if you could build on what you have here and distinguish between the way humans were treated during slavery, and the way kids are treated by one another at school. Do you think they are similar, or are there any important differences between them?
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