Earlier this week, my 12-year-old daughter, Agatha Rose, wrote the following poem during her social studies class where they are studying the age of imperialism in Africa. When she read it, the class applauded. I couldn’t not post it here.

The black man’s burden is a pain in the back
to work day and night
no use fighting back

You wake with the roosters and sleep with the stars
It’s like living in a jail
without any bars



Jim Mitchem – Agatha’s dad

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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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