Miss Harriet Tubman,
Ima run tonight. Ima get my gurl out of master's house and we'ah dash through the night. Don't know where we'ah goin, but we'ah let the North Star lead us. Don't know how to swim, but my gurl says I can hang onto her wide hips as she'ah swim us across the deep dark riva. Eyes ah strong. Eyes can fight the Black Bear or the Bad wolf. When we get across the riva, I’ah build us a raft and we'ah sale off unto our freedom.
Mister
About the Creator
John M Edwards Jr
Born in San Francisco, CA. Son of a preacher. After committing my life to Jesus Christ, I noticed the letter I wrote to God had rhyming lines. That became my first poem.
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Wow. That was great. Well done.
This was so powerful! Very beautifully written!
this has a clear, strong voice. I find it interesting, too, that he still has no name yet, even though he is declaring himself and his intention. ( Although he is "mister" and very clearly a Man. A subtly sophisticated piece.
This is a really powerful theme to me. Once, through a long chain of books that began with a biography of Louisa May Alcott and her father, I ended up with a book on quilts and the Underground Railroad. I am a textile designer by profession and so I made a series of sketches of running and hiding with the North Star and quilt blocks. One of them has a man helping a woman out of a boat after a crossing. Your poem makes me see that scene again. How wonderful and freeing to reach that opposite shore.
Thank you, John!