Literary Weave
This is a “weave” about what we, as students, had to say about Frederick Douglass in his autobiography, pairing it with a poem that we thought fit. I chose ignorance for my topic.
Poem: The Slave Mother by: Francis Ellen Watkins Harper
Literary Weave
By: Sabrina Smith
The feeling of ignorance, something you hated, was thick enough to cut with a knife in your environment.
Saw you those hands so sadly clasped— The bowed and feeble head—
Hearing a conversation, almost as if you were invisible, regarding someone else’s education, was the birth of your need for knowledge.
As if a storm of agony were sweeping through the brain.
Slowly, the thoughts in your head became words on paper, but that was only the tip of the sword pricking you, a slim stream of words escaping from within.
A fountain gushing ever new, Amid life’s desert wild.
The abolitionist movement was strengthened as you became infamous for your self expression.
Their lives a streamlet blent in one
You knew the weight your words bore.
Disturb the listening air: