Call Me Black
I came sailing on a ship,
No food nor drinks,
My color was too ugly
To own that much,
I was beaten and beaten,
Almost to death,
But I kept my head up and high
One day the Lord whispered to me,
"Tell your masters all about me,"
I was scared so scared,
But I remembered, "God let your will be done,"
I turned to my master and said,
"Master turn to God and let his will be done,"
I went to jail then to be killed,
They fired and fired but I did not die
My heavenly father saved me that night,
I was praying again and God instructed me,
That night I was to go die,
To die in happiness,
I told him to turn to God,
But right on the spot I was killed and left for nothing,
But I had something, God,
So you can call me anything but most of all,
Call me black
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I love poetry and social studies. I love to learn about slavery and write poems about it to express my feelings. I love to know the fact that slaves loved God and Jesus. I look forward to being an advocate for human freedom and liberty.