Poem by George Nsikak

MY SLAVE EXPERIENCE

My brothers
Sold me to them
I was taken in shakles
A chain to my neck
My hands to my back
I was whipped
When I walked slow
Scourged


When I'm too fast
Was taken to a place
Where other blacks stayed
Their face were death
And their body; torture
They kicked me
I tripped and fell
They spat at me
And called me an ape
Right there, a black cursed them
He cried
Threatened they'd kill him
One of them
Brought a pistol
They gave him a chance
To choose whom he'd die with
He walked up to me
I was soaked in sweat
My legs trembled
He turned to my partner
And took with him
Both were taken out
Tears flooded my eyes
As I heard the gunshots
The next day arrived
We were at the coast
We were put in ships
and were packed like sardines
For two days
We sailed
Many of my fellows died
Their bodies stinked
As the ship became heavy
Most of us were thrown out
I wept for them
Whom sharks will devour
On a sunny morning
We arrived
A large snowy land
Later in the day
We're taken to corn fields
We're forced to work
As the chains
Left my hands
I tried to run
To escape I mean
I heard a shot
It landed on my head
As I fell
That was the end
Of my slave experience
By George Nsikak
Message from a dead African slave