Back then in the age of slavery, slave masters considered educating slaves a serious danger. Inside their hearts lived a strong conviction. And that conviction was the reality that we are seeing slowly fading away in our generation. That conviction was the truth that when you educate a slave you free them both in mind and in heart and the chains that remain hanging on their physical bodies do not count as long as their conscience is impregnated with knowledge. It is for this reason that slave owners trembled at the thought of exposing books to the slaves. The fear was that sooner than expected the pregnant minds would give birth to bouncing baby “Revolutions” that would grow to see the end of slavery.
Read MoreThis is a poem expressing emotions. I try to imagine my marriage utopia being cut short by our enemy, DEATH!
Read MoreIn this particular piece of writing, I simply try to reflect the relationship that my friend had with her spectacles, though inanimate, before they went missing.
Read MoreI write this poem about someone special.
Read MoreThis poems is about the painfulness of lies.
Read MoreThis poem is a special dedication to my lovely friend. What better way is there to express my heart felt thanks than through poetry.
Read MoreI tried to be simple and precise. I was having fun with poetry!
Read MoreThis poem reflects the mind of a troubled one when things seem so strange and situations are almost getting out of control.
Read MoreIn this particular piece of poetry I try to communicate some of my uses of poetry. I find poetry a good way to air out my views on so many things that affect humanity in this life. I realize poetry is a very instrumental tool to bring back hope to this our troubled world.
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