This is a poem that shows emotions about times of slavery. I am focusing on voice.
The selling of people
The ruins of hope
Not able to break
Or bath with nice soap
Taking loved ones
From places abandoned
Wealth is a virtue
Though can be a great sin
In the house
Or on the farm
No one thought
Of the great harm
Color is nothing
Families are something
I don't know much
But I sure no one thing
Separating families
Between hundreds of miles
Breaking relations
Breaking smiles
No more freedom
No more rights
They tried to sneak out
Late at nights
They lost their babies
Their friends, families
They were shipped out in boats
To go over seas
They got diseases
Illness and more
People took people
For some sort of "score"
They got little food
Or time to sleep
They hurt their arms
And legs and feet
Hundreds years later
Families found out
That ancestors were sold
Their family no doubt
Making them sad
Creating no good fortune
Though there is one thing
That is for certain
This never should've happened
No not one bit
Looking back on it now
It would make me sick
Dividing the country
Giving away friends
Doing this was no good
From beginning to end
North states had none
They were only in the south side
Slavery took away
From this great nation's pride
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