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(In Memory of Martha Carrier Hung on August 19, 1692.
Her own words are quoted)
by Ione Burlingame
The reality of your time
could not cloud
The clarity of your sight.
"I see no black man but yourself!"
With your head held high you fight.
You know the purity of your soul.
Your back is straight with the strength
gained from your knowledge.
While the pretentious judge
dispenses what justice?
Why did they kill you?
You weren't supposed to be strong.
They tried to break you.
Your children were torn from you
TORTURED.
You had to listen to their agony
That was only stopped when they gave
a
CONFESSION.
You would not give the ignorant fools
their
VICTORY.
Let them call you
THE QUEEN OF HELL
There is no hell
"There is no devil except yourself!"
Except those who hate.
I am your daughter
Could I ever be as strong?
My soul knows you.
You are my blood
You are my breath
You are my fire
I come from you
Three hundred years later I REMEMBER
MY MOTHER!
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