A Black History Month Poem

Carol Rucker
From nothing to something

was a hard paved road

Of pain-corded muscle

and bone-tortured load

A nothing of dreams

tucked away in deep night

But dreamed nonetheless

lacing dark hope with light

From nothing to now

came with flesh sold and bought

Keeping spirit and soul

seeking freedom hard fought

Even nothing does rise

fed hope, certain and strong

Pressed by work-mangled hands

forced by spirit through song

And when nothing climbs up,

to its something so sweet

It has stories to tell

revelations replete

From nothing to freedom

From one orphan to now

From enslavement to science

From the sweat of each brow

From nothing to history

its sweet tale must be known

Laid with pain-corded muscle

paved with toil-twisted bone

Published by Carol Rucker - Featured Contributor in Lifestyle

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