My story

I was very small

when a tall slave-trader,

hiding the truth,

brought me from Africa.

We were all

crammed into a sailing ship,

and I found out during the journey

that I was a slave!

Before the truth,

poor me, my brothers,

look on this misery,

horrible to see.

I was no longer even

precipitation.

I was calamity

and indignation.

Now we're totally free.

We may be negroes,

but we're just like the whites.

One leg before,

one leg behind,

we are free and

willful children.