Liberation of an Invisible Man

His people were chained and whipped,
Hunted, battered, raped, and lynched,
They were enslaved, taken against their will,
After 300 years, they were treated horribly still,
Then, they were given the illusion
Of freedom.

And this illusion kept growing and growing,
With each new law, this illusion only fueling,
No, they weren’t free.
Even a blind man could see.
His people—chained, invisible,
And him, too.

But then something happened.
He began to imagine, his ignorance abandoned,
Able to touch, smell, hear, and see,
But how could this be? Well:
Wright, Faulkner, Hemingway, Twain, Melville,
James, Eliot, Whitman, Emerson, Thoreau.

He read them all, and attested his humanity,
This power he obtained strong and mighty.
No longer was he chained.
No longer was he invisible.

-- Ernesto R., Adult