My name is Kunte Kinte,
I've come from lands far away.
I was taken hostage and prisoner,
And forced to be a slave.
Those people took away my name,
And gave me another instead.
My name is now Toby,
And thus Toby I became.
Few weeks past,
I ran away.
I was caught and whipped,
And forced to work again.
I ran away again,
I was caught again too.
This time they also,
Cut off my right foot.
I married a lady named Bell,
Who was black and a slave like me,
We had a little daughter,
Whom I loved and named Kizzy.
I died of a broken heart,
When my wife was bought and sold.
I now lay in a grave,
My story forgotten and in everlasting cold.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
My name is Kunte Kinte,
I've come from lands far away.
I was taken hostage and prisoner,
And forced to be a slave.
Those people took away my name,
And gave me another instead.
My name is now Toby,
And thus Toby I became.
Few weeks past,
I ran away.
I was caught and whipped,
And forced to work again.
I ran away again,
I was caught again too.
This time they also,
Cut off my right foot.
I married a lady named Bell,
Who was black and a slave like me,
We had a little daughter,
Whom I loved and named Kizzy.
I died of a broken heart,
When my wife was bought and sold.
I now lay in a grave,
My story forgotten and in everlasting cold.
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