A poem for Mrs. Rowlandson,
Being in captivity only reinforced your hate,
Held hostage by who?
Whatever they tell you to feel? Come on don’t take the bait.
Your dedication to God? He wouldn’t be so cruel
Mrs. Rowlandson mother of a litter
We are all children of God, don’t be so bitter.
God created us in his image
But why do you paint me as diminished
An extermination of identity, why must you persist
A change of heart must come, don’t resist
Mrs. Rowlandson let me tell you of mankind’s true colors
We all bleed red, our skin is brown, no holler.
Indians and Whites are not treated the same
Who is the real savage, with one imposing rule?
When the ruled don’t apply to the rules, how cruel
Your values, what little you possess, are to blame
Mrs. Rowlandson you’re trying to reduce me, aren’t you?
Heaven holds a place for those who
-William Apess (Written by Robert Morales)