Moses Poem
My mind is made up, Tomorrow I flee.
Running through the swamp, her heart pounding.
Lord, I can’t make it out alone
Harriett walks till her legs ache,
Lord I miss my folks..
Harriet, your father taught you well,
use his lessons to be free.
You will meet again.
Harriett’s feet bleed & her gut churns.
Mosquitoes buzz in her ear, she rises & moves on.
Lord, make me strong, help me fight.
How far, Lord?
Harriett about to drop, on the last leg of her journey.
She reaches the Promised Land, Philadelphia.
Where slavery is a sin.
Is this heaven, Lord?
Harriett, be the Moses of your People.
I have blessed you with a strong body and a clever mind.
Save all you can daughter.
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