Up South

Swallowed up in the belly of the beast forcibly separated from my people in the east. The "middle passage" I withstood the test. But I can't really tell you what happened to all the rest. Some were beaten or starved or jumped over board. In Jamestown Virginia 1619 these travel weary bones saw no rest. Only my lord knows how I survived slavery and the Jim Crow south


I Learned not to reveal thoughts through my mouth. And up-south I learned to stay in my place never disrespecting any whiteman by looking into his face. I did indeed fear the Ku Klux Klan and the police man. And always taught by whip to respect and show reverence to the slavemasters who founded this land. Never ever so much as even look towards Miss Ann. Up south or down south I new my place.


By,

Abu Lateef Babatunde

2007



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