Frederick Douglass Narrative

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After reading Frederick Douglass’s narrative of slavery, I couldn’t help but stop and try to gather my thoughts in any way possible. It was not the first time I had read the narrative, but this time around Douglass’s words hit me much harder. Perhaps, it was that I read the narrative in a more critical lens, or possibly it was just that I am older and more mature now from the last time I read it, but whatever the reason, I can confidently say reading the narrative has changed my heart and opened my eyes in many ways. I have always been aware of the injustices that slavery encompassed and of course like many other people, I have been taught about slavery in a historical narrative my entire life. But, Frederick Douglass’s narrative does more than just provide a historical perspective in seeing the injustices in slavery. His narrative asks the reader to look directly into the eyes of actual slaves and realize their very heart beat and existence as humans. Douglass humanizes the people of whom the terrible acts we acted upon that we learn about as early as elementary school. It is because of this that I decided to write this poem. Reading the narrative made me really think about Douglass’s journey and the story he tells on his road to freedom. I felt as if he was really speaking to me and, and in turn I wanted to give Douglass a voice in my own writing. I have written many poems in my life, but I have never written a poem by embodying another person. I tried to think about Douglass’s emotions and feeling and write from that position, rather than just by presenting a historical overview of what slavery was. I wanted to connect with Douglass and use his narrative to write my poem. I know that I will never be able to feel exactly wha... ... middle of paper ... ...he semblance of paradise” (431). I really felt connected with Douglass’s emotions at this point in the narrative and in my poem. His pure frustration and anger is completely justified. He finally achieved freedom, but the everlasting consequences of being a slave stayed with him forever. Though he escaped, the mental torment in his life, filled with scenes of corruption and hate could never have left his head. Though this poem is only a small snapshot of what I personally thought Douglass was going through, I could never adequately understand the frustration he must have had. My hope in writing this poem was not to provide a psychoanalysis or theoretical idea structure to any audience, but rather to show that even today, a modern audience member like me, can appreciate the struggle of a fellow human and speak against injustices, specifically in Douglass’s time.

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