At the few parties they were aloud the slaves would sing songs to ease their suffering.
Massa sleeps in the feather bed,
Nigga sleeps on the floor,
When we get to heaven
There'll be no slaves no more.
Millie Williams
Rabbit in the briar patch,
Squirrel in the tree,
Wish i could go hunting,
But i ain't free.
Roosters in the henhouse,
Hens in the patch.
Love to go shooting,
But I ain't free.
Millie Williams
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Memoirs of a Slave
Non-FictionHave you ever wondered what the slaves in America felt about their predicament? Have you ever wondered what they felt? This book is a compilation of poetry about African American slaves by African American slaves. These poems and short stories will...
