Found Poem

I wake every morning

To a ding of a bell

The day is begining

It's off to the field to pick the cotton

Day after day

Now the season is over

We are sold away

The white people are calling out numbers

I hope my new master will be nice to me

I fear that he will not be

I am sold and taken away in chains

I become a slave master

With all the power

But i know how it feels

So i let them free 

The master finds out

  I am going to be lynched

My breathing stops

I am hanging still

This is my punishment

For disobeying the lord