Poetry

Call Me ‘Massa Boss’

By 26th November 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

It was ‘Roots’ that did for me.
“Hey! Monkey man, call me Massa,” they said…
“Hey you! Nigger, call me Massa Boss,” they said…
“Massa Boss Sir,” they said…
I felt like I died…

‘Chicken George’ they called me…
‘Kunta Kinte’ the slave.
I did not want to be there…not in that place.
I did not understand…
Why me they did deride…

How they laughed…
How they were contorted with mirth…
That each had their place.
Outside…I with them laughed…
But not inside…

I would not let them see…
Nor let them know
The deep anguish I felt…
They could not take away my dignity…
I had my pride…

When they had gone…
I was on my own …completely alone …
Not that being alone was any the worse.
Then…within the sanctuary of my isolation…
Finally… I cried…

Kevin M Welsh

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