Emancipation Time Poem by Godfrey Morris

When you gaze upon this bronze - hued frame
What is it you see?
A poor sullen soul with nothing to claim.
Do you see your equal or no one but me?
Is there hope in these eyes or only despair and cries?
Am I worthy of words or are these thoughts too much.

Your ways seem ruthless
much more than avaricious pride.
Unwilling to see any beauty therein lies.
Those suble sighs unmask a disdain.
You mock my strides yet will I strive.

I am black
I am strong
These blows you give won't keep me down
The scars you see are ancestral toil
Whose forbearance graced this very soil
Can you hear their voices echoing in eternity?

All praises to God who give this glory
The greatest author to script my story.
Now I stand tall, liberated for all to see
willing to face all unworthy foes
To fulfill all dreams with endless pusuits
To erase all these pains that kept me chained
To right all wrongs my oppressors' wrongs
and march to my melodious song

REDEMPTION IS MINE, OH VICTORY SUMBLIME!
MY SWEET EMANCIPATION TIME.

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