Black Slave Poem by Racina Rodriguez

Below the dark rolling clouds
A girl lays pained
Her apple green eyes try to stay clear of tears
As the leather whip comes down
Across her back

She can feel the blood dripping out
And on to the dry soil

Her dry cracked lips quiver
She forces them shut
So that she may not scream out in pain

Some of the other workers have their heads bowed
In respect to the poor kind lass
Being beaten for a crime she did not perform

When the deed is done
The master kicks her thin body
And commands her to stand
She pulls her self up
Using every ounce of her remaining strength
She stares him in his cruel black eyes
Standing tall with every ounce of her dignity

He gives her one last glare
And returns to his house
Leaving his slaves to tend to the poor bleeding lass

She falls to her knees
People hold her
The black waves surround her
So this is the life I will have
With a sigh,
She falls into the pit of darkness…