"Sugar Cane"

   "Sugar Cane," so sweet!  Filthy, grimy feet.  Wounds pushed deep beneath the concrete!

The pouring rains endure, my ancestors bloody sores, wombs aching, hearts breaking, "sugar cane" so

sweet it is where my ancestors meet.

  Howls of the moon consumed, every loud echoed bark that was doomed, inside the plantation,

the Master's house black bodies filled the room.  "Sugar Cane," so sweet it is where my ancestors

meet.

Sweltering summer days, sweating beneath the suppressed glaze, the branches squeaked from the

bodies that hanged beneath.  The great Oak tree, a branch for you and a branch for me.  It is where

my ancestors spirits speak back to me. 

"Sugar Cane," so sweet it is where my ancestors meet.

Original poem Copyrights belong to:

Sa'Mona D. McNeal