A Short Story About A Slave Named Sally. Satire Poetry Included
It never once occurred to Sally to protest. That's just the way it was in the south and other places during slavery.
Sally sat looking at the white cotton fields thinking, " How am I ever gona get home? "
She was pregnant with her first child. The year was eighteen sixty two. She was born on this southern plantation in West Virginia eighteen years ago. She knew nothing about the outside world except the stories her mother told her about their homeland Africa.
Sally yearned to be free and live in Africa. She wanted so very much for her child to be free from slavery.
Her master's son John impregnated her without consent. She hated the act but loved the child growing inside her big belly. She worked inside the sprawling plantation as a cook. She was a good cook and the master's family told her often how much they enjoyed the food she diligently cooked each and every day.
John had been watching her with a manly interest since she'd reached puberty at the ripe ole age of twelve. Sally was awakened often at night with a command to come to his room. John's father, the master had given her to him as a fatherly gift.
It never once occurred to her to protest. That's just the way it was in the south and other places during slavery.
Sally had another reason to flee to her homeland, she was deeply in love with Samuel her childhood sweetheart. He worked in the fields plowing and picking cotton. He was the illegitimate son of her master Willard. He was never treated like a son. He was raised solely by his slave mother Mattie. He was a light bronze color and very handsome. He worked in the house as a butler in the winter months.
He loved Sally completely. They dreamed the impossible dream of going home someday where they could raise the child in the proud traditions they both were taught by their loving mother's.
Slavery a time in our history when black people were treated like a herd of cattle
Bought and sold on the market
Like an old worn out saddle
Families sold, put on public display
Children separated, sold to the highest bidder
While mothers wept quietly hidden away
Fathers measured, muscles flexed on demand
White land owners smiling
Aware they'ed make strong field workers on their land
The disgrace, the stolen pride and shame
Seems the scriptures were overlooked
God's teaching of love toward the downtrodden and lame.
© 2015 Ruby Jean Richert