“The greatest among you shall be your servant.”
Matthew 23:11
Greatness comes when
the heat has all but
killed you when the
shirt is torn off your
back when blood and
sweat mingle inside your
cheek and the crack
of the whip splits
you down your spine…
But still you smile
But still you sing
But still you wait
for the coming of
the King
—Nortina
Many white slave owners made the mistake of presuming their slaves were happy because they sang while doing their work. Little did they know, these negro spirituals were songs of sadness, of suffering; slaves adopting a religion that was forced upon them, and praying for the liberty it promised.
Written for Black Poetry Writing Month (BlaPoWriMo). This year, we’re taking a journey through the different eras of black poetry and history. This week’s era is: slavery.
“Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people, because you know that the Lord will reward each one for whatever good they do, whether they are slave or free.” Ephesians 6:7-8
Nortina,
What is beautiful about this poem is the formatting of the words and its boundless truth. I feel like we are definitely holding on…still waiting for Him. Plus, Ephesians 6 is one of my favorite verses! Love it!
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Thank you! It’s one of my favorite verses too. I thought it worked perfectly for the poem. Holding on, and hoping on. 🙂
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Absolutely!😊
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Reminds me of the short story “The Passing of Grandison” by Charles W. Chestnutt.
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Oh! I haven’t thought about that. I can definitely see the connection.
The irony of the happy slave… Little do they know… 😉
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