The poem "My Oppressor's Bitter Harvest" is a powerful and poignant exploration of the experiences of the oppressed, using the metaphor of a farmer and a seed. The speaker, who identifies as both a farmer and a seed, reflects on the harsh realities of their situation, where the sky is heavy, the sun is cold and unforgiving, and the rain is a mere rumor.
The speaker's back is baked by the unrelenting sun, and they are condemned to carry the burden of their oppression. If the speaker were a plant, their sweat would be their seed, and they would be sown in "furrows of fear," with no choice but to grow in this hostile environment.
The speaker then imagines being a farmer, digging and digging, only to have the soil "drink [their] hope like a parched throat gulps down lemonade and regret." The harvests would be bitter, and the trees would be poisoned, despite the land being "bountiful" and "ripe with gold under dirt," as the oppressors had insisted.
The poem's core message is a powerful indictment of the oppressive systems that exploit the marginalized, where the oppressors reap the benefits while the oppressed suffer the consequences. The speaker's personal experiences as both a farmer and a seed provide a unique and poignant perspective on the harsh realities of this dynamic.
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by Jibril о medium.com 09-05-2024
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