The ocean moon lit up the sea as the long ship moved and sounds

of splashing water could be heard with images of bodies being thrown into watery graves in chains there were no screams, only silence as they were moved from the land of freedom to a darkness of slavery. To be sold and later branded with a hot iron claiming ownership and a denial of who they were as those once in the watery graves spirits rise, we hear.
Hhaywood Fennell, Sr. Remembering that nobody wants to be us, but we are everyone May 1st 2022
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