On The Ship... Poem by Onyx Blake

One night the American rose upon my little village house...
I was only a little tot then, I dindnt know what to think about...
We thought they were our friends, little did we know...
That when we went to sleep that night, in four months we were going to wake up in snow...
They packed on the ship tight, like little sausge meat...
The ebo members killed them selves, they wouldnt accept defeat...
While I was sitting there, starving to my death...
Mama was on the other side of the boat...
trhowing up on the wealth...
The captian came down there, and raped her till she broke...
then threw her to the chains...
like she was a dingy coat...
well atleast there is a flip side...
I servived the ride...
its funny how we were tricked on here...
Not knowing how to revive...
I ran away when I got there...
But a tribe of Cherrokee caught me...
now Im about to be a father...
too bad for the poor slave owners...
who have a million dollars...
nothing in the world can replace my sweet kaya...
they may have all the money in the world...
but atleast I dont have children being whipped on my own plantation...