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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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