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A Slave Girl's Pain


Black History challenge

My husband posted Maya Angelou’s poem Still I rise on Facebook for Black History month. He said if I came up with a poem he would post it as well. Being a light skinned black woman Im always conscious that my ancestors came to this nation as dark skinned Africans. Complexions changed however when slave masters cheated on their wives and raped underage girls they owned as property. I thought of the “Me too” movement and realized the young slave girls were probably saying this to each other as they populated the plantation with white babies who according to the books Queen,(Alex Haley) and Jubilee(Margaret Walker, often looked just like the master. I published this on a different sight and now share it here.

A Slave Girls Pain

Forced at such a tender age to endure so much pain

Kidnapped from her home and placed in chains

Body quaking like thunder tears falling like rain

Never to see loved ones or Africa again

Stripped naked in front of prying eyes

Sold to a stranger she knew she would despise

She recognized the moment his passion began to rise

When he raped her that night it was no surprise

In the fullness of time her secret came to light

A permanent reminder of that dreadful night

No denying this truth that was in plain sight

She was dark chocolate her baby was white

A nearby slave girl said "Sure sorry it happened to you"

There ain't nothing much any of us can do

As she held up a young child with a high yellow hue

Shrugged her shoulders and said with a sigh "Me too"

Unfair practices

I have been told that no one wants to hear that light-skinned black people are discriminated against. I have been advised to not address this subject. It is my reality and the experience of many others like me. I believe we have just as much right to share our truth as our darker brothers and sisters. We are all in this together and history tells us the slave owners used our different complexions to cause problems. This is why we need to support one another.

© 2020 Cheryl E Preston

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