Week Seven

Reading One: "On Being Brought from Africa to America"

'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,

Taught my benighted soul to understand

That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:

Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.

Some view our sable race with scornful eye,

"Their colour is a diabolic die."

Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,

May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.

This poem struck my attention, because living in America means that we live on soil that is made of multiple heritages. America was built on multiple cultures, religions, etc. We live on soil that is created of whites, blacks, Asian's, etc. We live in neighborhoods with people from all over the world, to live one dream--Freedom!