The Auction

Imma bein’ sol' t’day.
At lease dat what I heard
dem white folk say.

“Yea…we'll do the slaves right around one.
They look the best in the afternoon sun.”

Naked... ‘mong w’man and childrin’
on top of a box in front of a buildin’

Sign says:
Mules
Goats
Pigs &
Niggers

“Lets do this quick so I can be home for dinner.”

Imma gonna miss my ma and pa.

“Folks, this boy is handy with a hammer and saw.”

Jus las week I’s turn’d 19.

“this boy is good meat…come feel what I mean!”

I wond’r if ‘em I’ll ev’r see my Mary Lou?

“You there, you there…how about you?”
“Sorry Fred I already got my mule.”
“But I bet you can’t get that ass to work with tools.”

Lafta, lafta….from would be masta’s.
If dis be life din what come afta?

“Oh Bobby, maybe we could use him as a house Negro?”
“Sarah, we need someone that can work the fields…you know…plant and sow.”

It shol be nice if’n one day I could see
how sweet it be to be as free as dem dat
sale me.

“Going, Going….sold to Andy...with such a strong back
he'll sure come in handy."

Mista’ Fred say it was God dat made dings dis a'way
and dats da reas’n Imma bein’ sold t’day.