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The Journey
By Dee Freeman
Pained humiliation beset as we were
Snatched from loved ones
Torn from our homeland
Forced onto our first journey
Becoming sometimes our last journey--the dreaded passage
Coffled. Shackled. Deemed cargo.
Forced to accept horrid,
Dehumanizing
conditions--
Worth measured only by exchange of copper.
The journey saw us tightly packed.
That horrible hole--¦incited,
uncontrollable rage.
Fury and hatred seeped up from the
pits of our hearts.
Salty tears welled in an abominable
abyss, then
Rained down from our eyes, to drip
and sting our
Bruised, splintered, and withered skin.
This journey towed us over a raging
ocean
Ships tossed and tore our bodies.
Violent waters tormented our
viciously violated souls.
Despair, depression, disease, death
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Our constant companions across
these cursed waters,
That swallowed us by the millions.
Tarnished waters now hold our
ancestors' souls,
Who join hands with those who died before.
Muffled cries from the ocean floor
Call to us. Speaking, voicing their
anguish,
yet sharing their eternal love,
strength,
Passion and determination. They
tell us
With the aide of Divine Providence,
We will survive.
They whisper words of
encouragement.
Their past cleared the way for our
future.
Their sacrifice of yesterday paid
forward
Our advancement of today.
Their dying enabled our rebirth.
We continue this journey. No longer
Over the oceans, but over the
highways of this world;
Over the byways of the minds of
people.
We continue the journey of resolve
to reclaim our dignity,
Regain our rightful place in a world of continuous movement.
We continue the journey until our
ancestors feel
Proud of our accomplishment and our
resolution.
We continue, never to turn back.
We'll emerge from the hole,
Undaunted, stronger;
With celebration in our hearts;
Able to sustain any further journey life offers.
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