Work all day under
the hot sun; at night lie still—
until Master comes
—Nortina
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.
Wow! That last line is the knockout blow! Wow!
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