Hair of My Soul

Lord in my heart 

I can feel the slaves bleed

From miles years and centuries ago


I can feel the sting of salt in their eyes

The taste of blood in their mouths

The smell of the hair of their souls

The sound of their sighs


More stench than human

More rain than snow

More troubles

More woe

More mind than you know


What have I done massa

To have you treat me so

I did as you told me---

I didn't go slow

And still you insist

That I give mo' and mo'


I gave you my children

I gave you my wife

You seem to think I owe you my life

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  • Published: February 6th, 2023 13:48
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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