Sambanath Denis

The Cotton Picker - Poem by Sambanath Denis

Picking the cotton, pick pick pick!
Sharp prickles cut my hands,
Blood leaves my palms quick, quick quick!
My heart pangs for a lost home-land,
Tears hug my cheeks, drip drip drip!
I put my pain away, hide my eyes,
Keep working, lest I am whip, whip whipped!

Topic(s) of this poem: slavery

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was looking online for some inspiration and I found some info about cotton pickers. It was really useful and it helped me write this poem inspired by the Cotton Pickers.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 2, 2014

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