Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #34: Use the following sentence within a piece of poetry or prose. “We all bleed the same.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Brotherly Blood
The simmering Virginia sun
Blazing across our steaming backs
Torn, feeble hands
Picking soft balls of precious cotton
A harsh man
Sitting apoun a stallion
Whip in hand
A quiver of the hand, a short stop
to wipe sweat from the brow
Crack!
A pause to gather the senses,
a murmur to another
Crack!
A stumble, sweat floods my face,
my mind overwhelmed by the heat
Crack!
Hands come in contact with the soft Earth
Crack!
Now it is anger that floods my mind
Blood and sweat mix on my back
I turn around, face him squarely
Wipe the blood and sweat from my shoulder, hold it up in my quivering hand
And say
"You treat us like dogs,
you make us work like your horses,
and you feed us like pigs.
But, oh kind sir, why does it seem then...
that we all bleed the same?"