First Lady Sally Hemings Poem by Saiom Shriver
First Lady Sally Hemings
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.
Women of powerful men are expected to be reflecting pools. This pool lies in front of the Lincoln Memorial.
The world has long known of Jefferson's inventive genius, his miracle'd Declaration of Independence, his courage, his role in America's independence from the British empire, but not that he stopped President Adams' help for Haitians hoping to free themselves
from slavery to French colonizers.
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