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Phyllis Wheatley

Sadly, she proved to be perfect, a template
For those of her race, who appeared, first,
As slaves, and then, strangely, when able,
Would demonstrate brilliance, and not be
Believed.  Slaves and people “of color”
Are stupid, you know, our President
Jefferson said (while diddling Sally,
But let's forget that).  She was praised,
But, not paid.  She married a pauper.
Her children died young, and she worked
As a maid, and died young herself,
A perfect black woman, template
To this day, three hundred years
Later.  Shame's an emotion we whites
Never suffer, but, sometimes, it seems
That we should.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-14 at 03:14

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
it has been very tough for Africans-Americans indeed
2022-11-14


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Took as slave
Sold to be a companyan
To a white mans wife
Talt to read & write
Wrote poetry
She said to whites
We had religion long
Before you whites came to Africa
Some patrteriseing whites
Aask did she sing & dance
Phyllis scoffed & sneard
' Do I can I sing & dance!'
I have a book of works & bio of her life.
2022-11-14