I Am a Slave

In a world I wish to be,

I fly up in the sky.

I dream of someday being free,

My master doesn't know why.

I tell him that I want my rights,

But he is merely blind.

For all he sees is black or white,

And how I have no mind.

I am slave,

And I am proud.

For I am brave,

And I am loud.

Author's Note

This poem was written from the POV of an African American slave during the Civil War

Reviews

[Alyssa]

love love love like always :)

[JC]

Beautiful!

I love the message here about the desire of freedom and the point of view you took.

Excellant flow and content.

JC