Fredrick Douglas - Found Poem
I found myself a slave
It was all new to me
I was left in hell
Saddened by seeing a man so extremely crushed
I was broken in body, soul, and spirit
I was ruined...helpless
I was transformed by weakness
I was only to be enlightened
I found support
I was determined to be used no more
I was at battle with my career as a slave
I understood the pathway from slavery to freedom
I set out with high hope
I finally succeeded
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