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Thursday, June 23, 2022

Poem: No Troublemakers

No Troublemakers

By Benita Blocker, 2022


There's no Troublemakers in my inventory.

So the slave Master says with pride.

I treat my slaves well so they don't get out of line.

Their clothes on their backs are clean so they are just fine.

They have church every Sunday. 

A large supper makes it a fun day.

No outside influences are permitted.

No secular music; only gospel music is the limit.

No movie theaters; no sports arena.

Just the prison of the plantation and their quiet demeanor.

Aren't you blessed to have Masters like us?

A mom and a dad that you can trust.

Remain a good little girl and just hush.

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