This is a poem B wrote about Harriet Tubman in school:


Escape to a True Life


The life we as a people live isn't real, belonging instead of living!

Working day in and day out can't be true life.

A path, a railroad of houses

Is all it takes for freedom.

I never let anybody turn back -

They'll be free or die a slave, I say!

I never lost a passenger

On this Underground Railroad, this

Escape to a true life.

I wouldn't give up if they paid me

They pay others!

Do they think I'll sacrifice everyone I help

By letting myself be caught?

No, the drinking gourd, up in the starry sky,

It keeps going, guiding those who follow it.

We need to just like it

Keep going on an

Escape to a true life

Who says that what we look like

Changes who we are?

I save hundreds of people

They never caught one

Never caught me yest,

Never will!

They pay thousands of dollars if they can find me -

You can't put a price on a human being!

My train never crashed;

My passengers never lost.

The Underground Railroad:

It's an escape to a true life!

My daughter said to me, "I thought of a saying." I asked her, "What is it?"

"It's either "Work Well Done" OR "Well, Work Done."

Clever girl.