An elite D.C. girls’ school thought its founding nuns taught slaves how to read. Instead, they sold them off for as much as they could.

I was taught to read by the wind. 
the rain keeps me clean at night.
my clothing is moss and bark.
manna and bacon are my food.
I drink from dry riverbeds.
there are marks around my wrists.
broken promises are my bed.
no one sees me run away.
but everyone will see me fly.