During her residency at Parliament, the poet and playwright Rommi Smith led workshops at Burntwood School in South London. The students produced some poems and prose inspired by the slave trade, which you can read here.
Built on the foundations of our Ancestors...
The Shackles resonate around the cage...
What is the use of words if no one will listen?
Freedom is awating me...
My beloved husband, once I've been soothed by the ocean's rhythm, my soul will be with you...
I feel like a butterfly who can't fly away...
Ripped wings, torn soul, my life is incomplete...
The feeling of a hefty load of aching pain...
I have reached my awaited destination...
I float up towards heaven Just for a second or two...
Freedom is that spring of release...
My skin cracks like ice...
They were captured, But I didn't speak out...
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