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,
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.