The poem is told from the perspective of the Negro Mother reflecting on her experience as a slave and her hopes for future generations. Over three centuries of slavery, she endured forced labor, family separation, and abuse but maintained her spirit through prayer and faith. She hopes that her struggles and sacrifices will inspire her children and their descendants to continue fighting for freedom and equality, breaking down barriers and lifting her banner of hope. The Negro Mother's dreams are for her children to stand united and remember the struggles of the past as they work to create a brighter future.
The poem is told from the perspective of the Negro Mother reflecting on her experience as a slave and her hopes for future generations. Over three centuries of slavery, she endured forced labor, family separation, and abuse but maintained her spirit through prayer and faith. She hopes that her struggles and sacrifices will inspire her children and their descendants to continue fighting for freedom and equality, breaking down barriers and lifting her banner of hope. The Negro Mother's dreams are for her children to stand united and remember the struggles of the past as they work to create a brighter future.
The poem is told from the perspective of the Negro Mother reflecting on her experience as a slave and her hopes for future generations. Over three centuries of slavery, she endured forced labor, family separation, and abuse but maintained her spirit through prayer and faith. She hopes that her struggles and sacrifices will inspire her children and their descendants to continue fighting for freedom and equality, breaking down barriers and lifting her banner of hope. The Negro Mother's dreams are for her children to stand united and remember the struggles of the past as they work to create a brighter future.
The poem is told from the perspective of the Negro Mother reflecting on her experience as a slave and her hopes for future generations. Over three centuries of slavery, she endured forced labor, family separation, and abuse but maintained her spirit through prayer and faith. She hopes that her struggles and sacrifices will inspire her children and their descendants to continue fighting for freedom and equality, breaking down barriers and lifting her banner of hope. The Negro Mother's dreams are for her children to stand united and remember the struggles of the past as they work to create a brighter future.
To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face - dark as the night Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. No safety, no love, no respect was I due.
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth. God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realized the blessing deed to me. I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me I was the seed of the coming Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast - the Negro mother. I had only hope then, but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slaver's track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life But march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother. Langston Hughes
(Studies in Legal History) Martha S. Jones - Birthright Citizens - A History of Race and Rights in Antebellum America-Cambridge University Press (2018)
The Seminole Indians of Florida
Fifth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the
Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1883-84,
Government Printing Office, Washington, 1887, pages 469-532