The Face of Goree

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When I saw her face

She was smiling, broadly

Then I saw her face fall

I then saw the scars

The toil of slavery

Small of the stench

The footprints of slaves bundled like cattle

 She couldn’t speak

Smiles are elusive

I never trust them

The radiance of Goree

Hid the stories beneath

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