America hears my song

Guess what poem I am responding to. This is a Lit assignment turned poem-spasm. Take a moment to clear your mind before reading this. I promise it’ll help. Enjoy.


America hears my song

I sing to deaf ears, America.

The galley from where I did grow
has transformed, at my hands,
into a palace.

Yet for my duty, for my sweat,
and for my sacrifice,
They send me again
to another cold deck.

With no food, nor companionship,
nor warmth,
I again grow strong.
My conviction heats the fires below my feet
and I stand tall
and breathe light unto the dark sea around me.

I sing to deaf ears, America,
but even deaf ears will hear my song.


About Brad,Robert,Ben

We are three kids from three different time zones, with one common goal. This is our voice:
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2 Responses to America hears my song

  1. Jay in VA says:

    Beautiful poetry. Very fitting. Good stuff. Tell your Lit teacher about the blog, you’ll get an A based on the writing here!
    Thanks, Ben, nice post.
    Peace ❤

  2. Juan says:

    I think not only America hears your song, because I’m from Buenos Aires and I check for new posts here every day. You guys are doing such a good work!
    I really thank you for sharing your lifes with us.
    I wish the three of you a happy life being proudly who you are.

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