freedom
childhood
growing up
in slavery
is no life
for a child
braver mothers
than her
protected
through suffocation
five years
old they’re
put
to work
ten years
old they join
the calloused
field hands
sold at one
sold at five
sold at seven
sold at ten
black families
incorrigibly torn apart
at the
jagged seams
vast black families
torn apart by
inhuman
white families
copulation
beautiful curves
meant to be
explored after
jumping the broom
hills and
mountains and
bumps and
fleshy ridges
a treasure map
leading to
cavernous ecstasy
to be delved
into with her
passionate consent
innocence stolen
grotto now caved in
x no longer marking
the spot
ten months
of growth
twenty-four hours
of parturition
a mulatto created
in hate
her mammy
further anathematized
by her alabaster
gift from god
discovering the
fine line between
love and hate
nourishment
carolyn’s birth produced
milk in her mammy
but that milk was
for master’s white daughter,
not his mulatto slave
nourished with cow milk
and dirty water
carolyn was the
runt of the pack
somehow carolyn
survived infancy
and every day
she curses her existence
only half of
enslaved infants
survived their first
year of infancy
her mammy said she
should thank god
but what kind of god
would make his children
suffer this way?
not any god
carolyn wants
to know
god
allah
jehovah
el shaddai
elohim
the god
the holiest
god almighty
the god of Israel
no matter
the name
he abandoned them
just the same
the white god’s
white christianity used
as a tool for
control
ham and canaan
used to justify
the unjust
liberation
house slave
at five
orphaned
at seven
the grave
the only refuge
for the enslaved
thirty-five and
tired of breathing
tired of suffering
tired of surviving
carolyn’s mammy
ran to her cabin
found the coin
she’d stolen from the missus
swallowed it
and jumped into the river
the coin blocking
her airways
the human instinct
to survive
failing against
carolyn’s mammy’s
fight to die
suicide
the path to
the ultimate
freedom