A Poem by Hess

Good Evening Everyone! I hope everyone is doing well. I’m back with another Black History post and this time, I’m going to share a poem. But not just any poem. Tonight’s poem was written from the perspective of a female slave.

For those of you who have followed my blog for some time, I discussed in the past about wet nursing during slavery. If you aren’t familiar with wet nursing during slavery, it’s when a nursing / pregnant female slave is forced to breastfeed the child of her slave owners.

This was a cruel practice because many times, the female slave’s child or children went hungry. Some babies actually starved to death because the slave owners prohibited the female slave to share her milk with her own child. Why? Because it would leave less milk for the slave “owners” child to nurse on. I find that to be unbelievably ridiculous and cruel seeing how that child’s own mother should have been breastfeeding them.

The poem by Hess Love is touching in so many ways because it shows what many nursing / pregnant female slaves must have felt. Imagine having to watch your child cry from hunger while you breastfed your “owners” child or children first. Breastfeeding your child first was never a priority, only your “owners” children. If you did, you risked being severely punished or having your child killed / murdered.

As you read the poem below by Hess Love, try to read it from a female slave’s perspective because when you do, her words don’t seem so harsh. It really gives you something to think about.

Poem by Hess Love

Until next time…

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