No Woman No Cry: Pain of the Slave's Body

Oooooo
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
I remember when we Used
To sit in the Classrooms
Unwanted Mexicans, Poor
Kinds on Financial Aid.

Dry your tears
No woman no cry
Little darling don’t shed Tears
Strength is the Way
Trouble just Happens
No woman no cry
No woman no cry

That’s not good
Don’t talk about it
Anymore. I have no
Words to say, sister.
The Grief is too large
To subside. “I- I- I
Will Speak of it,
As Williams said:

“If I see ruin for myself and all that I hold dear…
I see also through the lips and tongue and mouth
The Power to Speak of IT!”

The Pain of the Slave’s Torture.





This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.