Claude McKay

(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

Enslaved - Poem by Claude McKay

Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,
For weary centuries despised, oppressed,
Enslaved and lynched, denied a human place
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Comments about Enslaved by Claude McKay

  • Bill Cantrell Bill Cantrell (3/18/2016 8:05:00 AM)

    such a shame to carry such hatred, to blame everyone for the acts of some, such a pity. (Report) Reply

    Valarie Dowling (4/12/2016 2:21:00 AM)

    do you expect him to accept them with open arms. '' acts of some'' it was the majority of the white race. Wasn't it a shame how African Americans were ridiculed and oppressed everyday because of their skin. ''all'' of them were considered minorities. He has a right to hate them.

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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (3/17/2016 3:32:00 PM)

    I read the biography on McKay's page and it was exceedingly interesting. I admire his writing skills but I cannot admire hatred as a response to hatred, violence as a response to violence, inhumanity as a response to inhumanity.. Humanity cannot be improved by generations copying the evils of the preceding generations. Now I will be disliked for speaking my heart as he spoke his. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (3/17/2016 11:38:00 AM)

    The sufferings of the race of the poet for number of generations and it's oppression has given an acrimonious tone to the most touching and sentimental poem. Thanks for sharing.10 +++ (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (3/17/2016 8:29:00 AM)

    Whoa! This is a very strong statement, wishing the white man's world to be consumed utterly. I guess a history of injustice can do that to a person. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Reed Paul Reed (3/17/2016 4:30:00 AM)

    Inspired by this poem I read 'Flame-Heart' by the same poet, now in my favourite poems list. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (3/17/2016 3:03:00 AM)

    My long-suffering race! Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron Moira Cameron (3/17/2016 2:11:00 AM)

    Very inspirational words. The longing comes through in lines like 'my race that has no home on earth' - it is a king of longing that not many of us can really understand. But in this poem, the feeling becomes understood. (Report) Reply

  • Lewis Colyar (5/10/2007 1:57:00 AM)

    We often hang our heads when things make us sad to painful to speak of. The voice in this poem speaks of a time when slavery happen to America. Happen to the African me.

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