Placed In History
Upon arrival, it was hard to say how I felt.
The taste, the touch and the scent I smelt,
Like liberation and freedom from the “ruler’s” spell. \ .
A sense of history was placed upon me—
An overwhelming sense of spiritual salvation
Accompanied by the almighty empowerment of the people.
On this island isolated from the wicked intention,
The youth could embrace teachings of higher dimension.
And overall influence the prevention
Of the unruly world’s way of apprehension.
Accompanying Statement to Poem
This excerpt is a poetic expression of the field trip to the Penn Center. Upon arrival I did not know how I felt, it was unfathomable to be on this island—in fact, an island I never heard of. How could such a prosperous establishment not be more recognized? Within this establish remained the relics of past African American life, from old cabins to the tools used to build these old cabins. Photographs of past Penn Center faculty, staff and students left haunting, surreal impressions of the struggle upon my mind. It took isolation, upon an arrival, to achieve education standards amongst the African American youth. Religious devotion also aided in the success of the Penn Center establishment. With this knowledge of spirituality within the Penn Center grounds, it was hard to deny the presence of something almighty, something that intended to educate, possible, while protecting the sanctity of the Penn Center. I could only help but feel a sense of community, while on this field trip with fellow classmates. The sense of solidarity and community was immortalized when all classmates joined together for a photograph staged outside of the cabin MLK Jr. resided. All classmates joined in the name of equality, and the inquisition to our nation’s history. Here we were joined and placed in history, a history that could not have been capable without the presence and impact of the Penn Center.

















