Reflecting pools are your liquid monument.
As seas receive slaps without
responding so you absorbed over and over
the humiliation of being hidden in a back room..
You watched as he
showered his white children with public love
ignoring the children of his desire.
You heard the news of his White
House dinners as you were kept out of sight
in Monticello..
He broke your heart again.. and again as he broke his
promise.. to grant freedom to yours and his children...
After his death your own children and 200 of your fellows were auctioned off in slavemarkets... You grew tired of
reflecting him.. Your waters mirrored kinder faces, as they flowed
past the cold marble.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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