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by Leigh Dec 20, 2004
Life, society /
I touch this sweet ground of freedom,
Not knowing what to do now.
I tell myself to hide,
But I think to myself, wow.
No more jumping into carts,
Covering every inch of my skin.
I can talk to white people now,
And tell them what I feel within.
No more walking bare foot in the woods,
Or stopping from house to house.
Now I can stay in one spot,
But then everyone treat me like a mouse.
Everyone was scared of me,
I was very unwanted.
They would abuse me and use me,
And I always was taunted.
But now I can walk the streets day and night,
Without people caring.
If Iâ€™m black or white it doesnâ€™t matter,
Because this country we are sharing.This poem was based on slaves and when they came to Canada without anyone knowing.