Death Of A Slave Girl

Crying out in the night writhing in pain. Master walks in with looks of disdain. Quiet yourself girl he warns with a look. whip in hand, rope ore a hook. Trembled, cowered, face covered in sweat. She begs massa, please don’t hurt me just yet. Ignored of her plea, he kicks with his boot. Roll over you wench, give me my due. He dropped to his knees, laughed with drunken breath. He raped that poor girl until her death. Take her, get her out of my sight. I’ll take no more hollering in the middle of the night. A humming came over the barn that eve. Spiritual song was their only reprieve. Another lost child, gone to her grave. Hope for the future, all will be saved. (April 11,2007)