Freedom Cries
If The Fruit Of Freedom Is Joy, Why Are We Still Crying?
by
Book Cover & Preview Text
SLIPPING AWAY
Come on get moving the moon is behind the clouds
Shut your mouth don''t talk out loud
Shut that baby up or he will be dead
I''ll have to hit him in the head
Any of you gals got milk in your breast?
Hurry give it to him so he can rest
I don''t want to kill anymore today
So hush lets hurry and slip away
We are going to freedom land
Where you can get a job and be a man
No white man can take your woman away
Work here all day without any pay
Beat you till you bleed down your knees
While you kids watch you plead
You pray, Lord please let me steal away someday
Where I can stand up straight like a man
And take my kids by their hand
Look the white man in the eye and
Say good morning sir and good bye.
Peace
Formats
Book Details
About the Book
These poems are about times that were difficult to comprehend, to bear and very painful. These poems are of a race only wanting freedom and peace. A people that were proud, but never able to display it. Had eyes that were never able to look up. A voice that could never speak what they wanted to say.
A people strong as wind, but gentle and soft as a snowflake at heart. Only wanting to be left alone to be what God made them to be…His children and free.
About the Author
Born in North West Washington D.C. and educated in D.C. schools. She always wrote poems and small books on a million pieces of paper. She moved to