I can still smell blood on the deck, of the slave ship
As the ship moves under my feet, watch as the deckhands wash the deck
With vinegar,which makes everyone gasp for air
I am but one of two , slave children aboard.
Before we set sail,men are separated from children and women
They make us take our clothes off, and while standing there naked
Our mouths are opened , as we jump up and down, arms pinched,
Before the hot iron of branding , cooks our flesh
But this happens ,only to the chosen ones
Initials of our master,burned on our hips
The first thing I lost was freedom. the second, was equality.
Each day,of our existence, we are taught, to fear them
Caucasians of the colonies,born into humanity,and raised to be
Inheritors of society,not beasts of it, like us
I've learned,that one man's delusion,is another man's strong faith
Male slaves are shackled, and take off between decks
their loud cries,can be heard by us clearly,fro the hold below
The women,are placed in another part,of the ship
Some had only sixteen inches of space to lie on
Which is the reason, the rolling waves of the sea I want to welcome
Me in sweet wet embrace
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
I can still smell blood on the deck, of the slave ship
As the ship moves under my feet, watch as the deckhands wash the deck
With vinegar,which makes everyone gasp for air
I am but one of two , slave children aboard.
Before we set sail,men are separated from children and women
They make us take our clothes off, and while standing there naked
Our mouths are opened , as we jump up and down, arms pinched,
Before the hot iron of branding , cooks our flesh
But this happens ,only to the chosen ones
Initials of our master,burned on our hips
The first thing I lost was freedom. the second, was equality.
Each day,of our existence, we are taught, to fear them
Caucasians of the colonies,born into humanity,and raised to be
Inheritors of society,not beasts of it, like us
I've learned,that one man's delusion,is another man's strong faith
Male slaves are shackled, and take off between decks
their loud cries,can be heard by us clearly,fro the hold below
The women,are placed in another part,of the ship
Some had only sixteen inches of space to lie on
Which is the reason, the rolling waves of the sea I want to welcome
Me in sweet wet embrace