Black History Month Poem

Here is a bit of prose my my Grand daughter ArielImage

 

BHM Black History Month

 

Come with me, you will see

 

long before we were born,

many people’s hearts were torn

 

beating bruising pulling choosing

 

slavery was the African’s worry

 

Children taken were hearts breaking

 

Dad’s were sold like they were Gold

 

Now that slavery has end

 

We should appreciate that we

have freedom.

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