The Negro Spirit - Poem by Junius Barnes
The Negro spirit, craved with ancient marks that tell stories to their children, that deprives them from freedom.
Their eyes tell no lies, mistreated but for why? We are equal by God; there is no master but God.
The Negro spirit, strong at will, they killed themselves working in the field.
They were slaves but not by their on will. If taught to read, their kill were by the whip.
Salt on their bodies tell their will, live, and the harsh condition not only hell.
The Negro sprit was tatted by hated. Their soul powerful than earthquakes arose from love but brought down by hate.
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