Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Phyllis Wheatley

you, Aborigine child, detached from your memory
so young - fairest blossom, waned in bloom
weaned from your maternal bonds
to wear a nation's wail
to sing the tribal songs in lyrics
dipped in pain

how self-deceit employed the minds
of those who hate.
how the zeal of those
meant to be skilled in lowliness
frustrated those who hate.

their concealed paganism
cries for blame to reveal
the disposition to fairness in their hearts...
so heartless!

the freedom she bade for..
chastised her for her intellect
crucified her for her emancipated mind
what audacity to be savvy!

To: Odell, may her soul rest.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content
Opt-in: Neopoet AI will critique your poem.

Comments

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

It is not feasible to offer feedback.

Please send feedback about Neo (our computer generated critique system) to https://www.neopoet.com/contact

"...what audacity to be savvy!" Very well said.
Thank you,
L

for dropping by, Lavender

author comment

[if humankind ever survives that long], we will not judge by the color of skin, how we look, or where in the world we are from; but we shall, understand that we are all equal in the eyes of the universe. Very well done, a great poem about an underrated poet.
~ Geez.
.

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

for the visit Geez

author comment
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.