Poem Body
you, Aborigine child, detached from your memory
so young - fairest blossom, waned in bloom
weaned from your maternal bonds
to wear a nation's wail
to sing the tribal songs in lyrics
dipped in pain
how self-deceit employed the minds
of those who hate.
how the zeal of those
meant to be skilled in lowliness
frustrated those who hate.
their concealed paganism
cries for blame to reveal
the disposition to fairness in their hearts...
so heartless!
the freedom she bade for..
chastised her for her intellect
crucified her for her emancipated mind
what audacity to be savvy!
To: Odell, may her soul rest.
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Phyllis Wheatley
"...what audacity to be savvy!" Very well said.
Thank you,
L
thx
for dropping by, Lavender
One day...
[if humankind ever survives that long], we will not judge by the color of skin, how we look, or where in the world we are from; but we shall, understand that we are all equal in the eyes of the universe. Very well done, a great poem about an underrated poet.
~ Geez.
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for the visit Geez