from the rocking chair

by z. ingram

Snatched away

Quick asits given

‘Membah them slaves?

How they was livin’?

 

Handled po’ ly

Fo’ too many years

Laybuh all day

Naeght shed tears

 

Theys owners was rich

Them kept po’

Them was tired

fought to get mo’

 

Rights like whites

Alls they wanted

Thems lower class

Laughed at and taunted

 

In the wave of tryin’

Fo’ them right to be free

Them was beaten and dyin’

Eff, Arrrah, eee, eee

What them wanted to be

 

Them rich white mens

A’int give a damn fo’ them slaves

Worked them to death

Gave them no graves

 

Later them slaves

YES! Them FREE?

White man still say

“Nigger, you belongs to me.”

 

 

Z. Ingram is an aspiring Human Rights attorney, and NYU Steinhardt Alum. Z grew up in the South and works often include experiences had as a young Colored and (sometimes) angry person in the works created.