Written for my 7th grade Global Studies class project on slavery and slave trade routes in Western Africa. Prompt ' Imagine being a person involved in buying, selling, or transporting slaves. What would it be like?'
Sorry if the prompt or poem offend you, just trying to be true to what I think the viewpoint could be like.
I was recruited for my strength,
My knack for attack.
I was not as interested in the job,
As I was the pay.
Sometimes, a job just needs done.
At first the consequences of what I did
Did they not have families, too?
The others jeered at me,
Called me a
Eventually I stopped speaking out,
And instead imagined the people
As the others painted them.
I imagined the people I captured
Had hurt others,
Were not civilized.
I did what I did,
A job just needs done.