The Butterfly...landing on a thought after reading..."Letters of a Slave Girl"
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What happened??? I don’t have memories of my friends and family being burned on a stake. I don’t have memories of men standing in my front yard wearing white sheets or capes. I don’t have memories of not being able to vote. I don’t have memories of walking miles for change and on pure hope. I don’t have memories of being treated worst than a family’s dog. I don’t have memories of derogatory and degrading words like “N***r” referring to me being called. I don’t have memories of picking cotton with my soft hands; And hard calluses forming from deep cuts like glass does from sand. I don’t have memories of being lashed and whipped because I read and write. I don’t have memories of bloody bare feet escaping slavery in the middle of the night. I don’t have memories of being on public display; Naked, mocked, and cold in the winter- for me…the highest bidder pays I don’t have memories of my female purity fruit being stolen from me; Never laid in a bed sweating and panting, anticipating the sound of a turning key. I don’t have memories of an owner called “Master” and whom I do not love; Proudly saying, “Gal, It’s a slave girl’s honor!”; “On your knees!” while giving me a forceful push and shove. I don’t have memories like these stored away from my own personal experiences. I don’t have memories like these gained by the usefulness of my five senses. I don’t have memories.......... but a present day nightmare of a history that seems to be forgotten. How can you forget the strength of a people and nation; which came by strange ships on which some rotten? I am living in a present day nightmare of Bling, Booty, the ideology of “It’s All About Me”, And the materialist views of ... “I Got Them.” …………What happened??? |