There was a island names Africa There was man who name was equidah I went on a watery dark cave It was wreched and dark There was light at the topof the cave There white men but no beautys As we got of the cave I bought my freedom
The first object which saluted My eyes when I arrived on The coast, was the sea, and A slave ship, which was then Riding at anchor, and waiting For its cargo. These deprived me With apprehension, which Was soon converted into terror When I was carried on board
They did not let him eat, nor sleep, He was bunched and crunched up, When he fell asleep, he would weep, Because he couldn’t eat, he got sick, He was crying, because he thought he was dying, He felt deprived of his life, He was apprehensive of what would happen next, He was never gratified because they never fed him,
Life of Equiano It was complicated at times Days on the Slave Ship They were rough Even times where they were Given no food When I was captured I feared I was going to be Put to death
Life of Equiano It was complicated at times Days on the Slave Ship They were rough Even times where they were Given no food When I was captured I feared I was going to be Put to death
When I was standing on the shore Something copious caught my eyes It looked like a slave ship It was just sitting there in the middle of the sea It must have been waiting on something Then I soon found out it was waiting on some cargo The cargo was people like me “black people” It was an apprehension to me Well then they soon got me and put me in the ship And I was correct it was a slave ship The rules on the ship was severely strict The strict rules aggravated everything
I was standing on the shore Looking at this massive ship Waiting for it cargo. I thought maybe how far it would go I was then grabbed and thrown on board The ship. Finally I found out that I was the cargo I had gotten sick from the swaying of the ship. While it moved with the ocean. I had apprehension at my future. The man had copious amount of fish, but gave none to me I heard clamor while some one Jumped overboard and into the sea. When I was free I felt gratify for myself, I had finally felt freedom.
I was standing on the shore Looking at this massive ship Waiting for it cargo. I thought maybe how far it would go I was then grabbed and thrown on board The ship. Finally I found out that I was the cargo I had gotten sick from the swaying of the ship. While it moved with the ocean. I had apprehension at my future. The man had copious amount of fish, but gave none to me I heard clamor while some one Jumped overboard and into the sea. When I was free I felt gratify for myself, I had finally felt freedom.
Jamarco Cox’s Olaudah Equiano Poem When I was on the slaveship, I could feel sweat drip. It was so hot. I felt like I was in a big pot. I couldn’t stop sweating. Oh how bad I was Dreading, This slaveship the white man Is mean he was making me bleed I just wanted to be free
12 comments:
Brandon young
There was a island names Africa
There was man who name was equidah
I went on a watery dark cave
It was wreched and dark
There was light at the topof the cave
There white men but no beautys
As we got of the cave
I bought my freedom
Very creative but a little short on details. Make sure you review the text before writing next time.
The first object which saluted
My eyes when I arrived on
The coast, was the sea, and
A slave ship, which was then
Riding at anchor, and waiting
For its cargo. These deprived me
With apprehension, which
Was soon converted into terror
When I was carried on board
yea but i do believe that if it was biger it would be very boring and stuff
Michael Hill
3rd Block
10/4/11
They did not let him eat, nor sleep,
He was bunched and crunched up,
When he fell asleep, he would weep,
Because he couldn’t eat, he got sick,
He was crying, because he thought he was dying,
He felt deprived of his life,
He was apprehensive of what would happen next,
He was never gratified because they never fed him,
Amanda Moreno 10/04/11
3rd. English
POEM
Life of Equiano
It was complicated at times
Days on the Slave Ship
They were rough
Even times where they were
Given no food
When I was captured
I feared I was going to be
Put to death
micheal im very dissapointed at yours your to skinny to do this
Amanda Moreno 10/04/11
3rd. English
POEM
Life of Equiano
It was complicated at times
Days on the Slave Ship
They were rough
Even times where they were
Given no food
When I was captured
I feared I was going to be
Put to death
When I was standing on the shore
Something copious caught my eyes
It looked like a slave ship
It was just sitting there in the middle of the sea
It must have been waiting on something
Then I soon found out it was waiting on some cargo
The cargo was people like me “black people”
It was an apprehension to me
Well then they soon got me and put me in the ship
And I was correct it was a slave ship
The rules on the ship was severely strict
The strict rules aggravated everything
The End
I was standing on the shore
Looking at this massive ship
Waiting for it cargo.
I thought maybe how far it would go
I was then grabbed and thrown on board
The ship.
Finally I found out that I was the cargo
I had gotten sick from the swaying of the ship.
While it moved with the ocean.
I had apprehension at my future.
The man had copious amount of fish, but gave none to me
I heard clamor while some one
Jumped overboard and into the sea.
When I was free I felt gratify for myself,
I had finally felt freedom.
I was standing on the shore
Looking at this massive ship
Waiting for it cargo.
I thought maybe how far it would go
I was then grabbed and thrown on board
The ship.
Finally I found out that I was the cargo
I had gotten sick from the swaying of the ship.
While it moved with the ocean.
I had apprehension at my future.
The man had copious amount of fish, but gave none to me
I heard clamor while some one
Jumped overboard and into the sea.
When I was free I felt gratify for myself,
I had finally felt freedom.
Jamarco Cox’s Olaudah Equiano Poem
When I was on the slaveship,
I could feel sweat drip.
It was so hot.
I felt like I was in a big pot.
I couldn’t stop sweating.
Oh how bad I was Dreading,
This slaveship the white man
Is mean he was making me bleed
I just wanted to be free
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