Slavery Poem
By Lilly Balsamo
Working on the field on a hot, hot day
All this hard work and we never get to cheer
Nothing ever seems to go my way
Whip after whip I never shed a tear
I want to escape and leave this place
I don't know where I would go
I'll never get an education that I know I would ace
I would just love it so
What it would be like
To live life like it was meant to be
You and me are not alike
Since you are not a slave like me
Resources:
http://www.newsinhistory.com/blog/first-runaway-slave-arrested-under-1850-fugitive-slave-act
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/06/rehearsal-for-reconstruction/?ref=slavery
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