Run They Tell Me Poem

Run. Run they tell me, run to the hills. Past the river, and on north till my stubby black legs do not run no more. I always say my prayers, before I sleep, and in those prayers I ask to be free, one day. I think, Dear Lord, let me reach the paradise they call North, where even a black boy like me can have the freedom I deserve, and work so hard for. And when I say them prayers, I think to what Big Ma has told me since I could crawl, she say, Davey, if we reach that finish line that reads freedom, you can finally work for a pay, and have the choice you deserve to do whatever your young mind can think up. I love my Big Ma, and I sure do miss my real momma. My momma passed away cuz of disease when I saw bout six years old, but I still remember
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home” (Sarah Hopkins Bradford). Oh, that song tell me where to go if I ever get outta here. It says to cross the Jordan River, then I keep running. And it will always be for my momma. But for now, Big Ma is taking place for momma, and I am fine with that. As I quietly sing that tranquil song, Pif catches up to me, probably to tell me another one of his elaborate plans to escape.
“Hey Davey, wanna hear my Plan #48? It starts with sunflower seeds, then we-”
“Pif, I really don’t want to hear your ludicrous plans, they are starting to make my ears bleed!” I said as I interrupted his silly plan.
“Oh Davey, look, there’s Ms. Turner isn’t she a beauty?” Pif asked as he began
It was about three in the morning, and I had a sudden urge to run. Just run, and be free. I rolled over and curled into a ball and all of a sudden, my ankles came out of the chains. Wait, I had thought. This could be it. This is the way I escape, it could be called Plan #49! I quietly scurry to where Pif is snoring and shake him awake.
“Davey, why the heck are you up. Wait, How are you over here. What time is it man. What is happening man. Is this some sort of dream? Maybe-”
“Pif, listen man. Let’s run. Our ankles and wrists are so thin, we can easily slip away. C’mon get up! Let’s go, before the sun comes up!!” I was whispering as loud as I can, but Pif seems to be slowly realizing how this could actually work. As Ithink more, we could get Rosey too and run away together!
“Davey, this is good stuff man! Let’s get Big Ma!” Pif spoke with a grin on his face, slipping his feet and ankles away from the chains.
“Wait, Big Ma ain’t gonna be able to slip away, she’s too … big,” I spoke realizing how this is not a full-proof