Frederick Douglass
A Tapestry Poem
Published in
2 min readFeb 29, 2024
I love
your mind, Frederick,
a filigree of words
weaned off the baby delivered
into enslavement and severed
from its mother —
your birthright with no delivery date.
I love
your mind, Frederick,
a filigree of words
weaned off the baby delivered
into enslavement and severed
from its mother —
your birthright with no delivery date.
An Irish-Nigerian soul living in Ireland after 40 years in Germany. A social anthropologist, English teacher, and more. With stories to share; and an opinion…