In class we wrote poems about a person that was taken from Africa to be a slave. This is my poem:
My mother, brother, sister all here with me
Something’s missing
My dead father not here to protect us from the bad people that come to my land
Everything is calm sleeping is my warm bed
I hear something
It is not right
The sound of footsteps crossing the dirt floor
My family tries to hide but we don’t succeed
The man takes me out side where it is pitch black
I barely see my family being torn away from me
A tear stained my face
No more family
No more playing
No more love
No more home
No more Africa
Who are these people and what are they doing to my family I wondered
I am scared
The men give me to
Ghosts
White ghosts
I had never seen anyone like them before
Where they good?
No they weren’t
But still I believe that I will come home
Some day
Someday I will come home