The Mind As A Slave

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All my life, I've been a slave since I was fifteen.
Then, age fifty, and I'm still livin' the same life.

Now, age ninety, and I'm able to tell my story.
This is my mind as a slavery.

A story for Black History Month.
I dedicate this story to my father. Love you, Daddy!
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4. Isabella/Do You Remember?

Isabella,
My sweet child.
I hope you haven't forgotten yo mama's face.

Do you remember?

Those days when I'd take you out on the swing set,
and push,
and push the swing high up in the sky?
You thought you was flyin'.

Do you remember?

How I'd sit you in front of me
and braid your hair?
You always liked the pigtails.

Do you remember?

How you was always in the kitchen with me
bein' mama's helper as we made your favorite,
mashed potatoes?
Even when I didn't want you to help, you sat and watched.

Do you remember, Isabella?

O', please tell mama you remember those days.
Please tell me you remember me singin' you songs at night
to help you go to sleep.
Please tell me you remember how much I love you.

O', Isabella.
I love you so, so much.
I'd do anything just to see yo pretty smile.
And hear yo beautiful voice on last time.

Tell me, Isabella.
Do you remember?

 

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