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Fri 2 Jul, 2004 05:55 am
Letter to the Revolutionary Spirit From the Displaced African Soul
Your cry fell on deaf ears
You were defeated at every turn
Oppressed
Depressed
Rejected
Ridiculed &
Scorned
You cried for your oppressors to let you have your way
Defector!
Traitor!
(anything for your freedoms, right?)
War / Thievery / Bloodshed
(anything for your freedoms, right?)
Traits that you picked up
Traits that you honed
Your freedom cost me mine
Rapists / Murders / Whoremongers
(bondage equals suffering)
Bound and chained
Beaten down
Covered in welts
Covered in blood
Covered in filth
Eyes as open to the truth, as wounds to the elements
Tears mixed with blood mixed with sweat caked in drudgery combed over by sadness coated in filth wrapped up in hope.
Hope? Yes, hope.
But still my soul laments,
Your freedom cost me mine.
Powerful poetry--but, as with most powerful poetry, it is not history.
Did you write it Onyxelle?
I loved it, Onxyelle; the power of your feelings were met by ability to express them.
It is a heartfelt bit of writing, very powerful. I see where you are coming from and also agree with you. I hope you haven't lost sight of the fact that many white people dedicated their lives to righting this wrong, many of whom were murdered by other whites for their efforts.
Edgar, i surely have not. I like to think I do not live in the past. I was having a conversation with another individual about what slaves might say if they could talk now and this is what came about.
edgarblythe wrote:Oh. I didn't catch that.
no worries mate. I probably didn't throw it.
thanks gus.
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