Scenes From A Plantation
Butterflies lifted up with tissue paper wings
Fly across the meadow while the gladiolas sing
Magnolia blossoms cover the winding trail
Scenting the air with sachets of Southern Bells
As they stroll along in the morning air
In big hooped dresses that sway from here to there
Talking about the next tea time and pecan pie
Hoping to catch some young gentleman's eye
Fans flutter as eyelashes wink
Pinched cheeks turning from pale to pink
Lips that pout with just a hint of color
After picking a peach and savoring the flavor
Enjoying the sight of all that white cotton
Never noticing the labor of the slaves...
Forgotten!
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No-see-ums bite along the nape of the neck
Red and itching from the summer insects
Thorns pierce the flesh as each child learns
Sweat pours into the fresh wound and it burns
Picking the cotton is a backbreaking task
As the slaves do just as the slave master asks
But ask he does not, for it is a demand
Jump you must to each of his commands
Or the whip you'll receive across your back
Just because your color happens to be black.
Never knowing the life of freedom or true worth
Because of being raised on a plantation since birth
Fear the Master and give to the Mister
Bring them their necessary items and your sister
For she will be whatever he wants her to be
And she will be his concubine you see
Bringing another little baby mixed in color
But never sharing in the wealth of his brothers
And he will be all but forgotten
As he labors, picking the Master's
Cotton!
Kathy Lockhart
6/11/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-06-12 at 00:03
Tags Racism  Slavery  Plantation 
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