Poem about Slavery

This is not US history of African slavery, African slavery in America, African slave trade history, history African slavery, or history of slavery in the United states. This a poem about slavery and a dedication to all the slaves who gave their lives for me!


Think about this horrible gruesome scene, white men enslaving African queens and Kings.

Africans were brought by force in ships across the ocean and sea, to a place where they would be known only as property.

The white men stripped and beat them and dared them to be brave, they tortured many to death and turned the rest into slaves.
They were force to work, but it didn’t stop the captives desires,  the white men beat to build America’s  empire.

They worked them like dogs to build this great nation, the white men put them on farms to take care of their plantation.

Africans got tired but the white men wanted them to work even faster, and they told them that when they stoke to refer to them only as master.

They ate very little they made cakes out of water and meal, the white men main concern was to keep them working on their cotton fields.

Most of the southern whites owned slaves from the British, Irish, Dutch, and even the French,  If a slave tried to escape they would be beaten and lynched.

Africans had no rights they wanted to be free!  The Declaration of Independence stated that all men had equality.

 Slaves had no rights and lived in inhumane conditions, but many keep great faith in spite of their difficult position.

The President purchased more territory so America could expand, they offered Africans freedom to help take what was the natives land.

African families were separated and sold all kinds of heartache they faced, the white man discriminated against them only because of their race.

  Africans were unjustly manipulated in the land of the so called “free”, they didn’t have Constitutional rights of life, happiness, and liberty.

Many Africans joined civil rights groups which helped pave the way, for the little bit of freedom that African Americans enjoy today!!

By: Tim Gillam

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I was born and raised in Detroit MI. I grew up in an unstable home. My father physically and mentally abused my mother. His abusiveness had an adverse effect on me as well as my siblings. It caused homelessness and a lot of mental anguish. It also caused a great deal of hardship and grief.

As a result, I did not attend school regularly. I developed a leaning disability. I did not like going to school. I could not read and comprehend like other kids in elementary. I struggled though middle school and eventually dropped out in the 9th grade.

 I did not get involved in any criminal activity during this time, but I wasn’t doing anything constructive with my life either. I was not interested in sports or anything else that would make my life better.

 I began smoking marijuana at around sixteen years old. I tried alcohol, but didn’t like the taste or the feeling of being drunk. So I stuck with smoking weed until I meet crack in 1984.

 My life quickly grew out of control. I lied, cheated, and stole to support my crack habit. My only purpose in life was to get high. I lost friends and family members trust and respect. Getting high was all that mattered to me.

 At twenty-seven, I committed my first felony that lead me to prison. It was one of the worse experience s of my life. I was completely lost and did not know or understand just how serious things were.

 As result of my insanity, I went to prison several more times. My last visit was indeed the lowliest and darkest periods in my life. I lost all hope about myself. Despair became my best friend as I sit in the cold jail cell. I thought of ways to end my life because I did not want to go through the pain and suffering anymore. But at my lowest moment, something happened. The Lord came and touched my heart and gave me a reason to continue on.

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