~The Heart of a Hero: ~
~A Poem about Harriet Tubman~

What is a hero? What does it take?
Heroes are people who risk their lives for the sake
Of his or her belief
To bring others relief
Heroic are preformed not for self-promotion
But for the peace of mind that comes with its devotion
Heroes are not only revered for the goals they reach
But also for the lessons they teach

True heroes are not created, but born
Challenges don't produce, but rather adorn
1820, a child born into slavery
Seemingly the same, but filled with bravery
They christened her Araminta Ross
But I know that'll leave you at a loss
So I'll use her more frequented name, Okay
We know her a Harriet Tubman today
Even in her early years of adolescence
She exhibited her valiant hero's essence
Suffering in place of another slave
A woman so young, a heart so brave

Helpless she was in her current situation
She needed some freedom, so motivation
Illiterate yet resolute
She traveled the Underground Railroad route
And the grief of leaving family behind
Destiny to fulfill, Purpose to find
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1849
Upon her face the northern sun did shine

Actions speak louder than words
With one stone she killed two birds
As a maid, she became involved in abolition
And she joined the Underground Railroad in addition

Acts of courage must be committed with grace
The heart of a lion, the dexterity of lace
Her first trip, a personal mission
Success of the venture only increased ambition
And in the ensuring decade
Nineteen for trips to the south were made
She bragger 300 saved, but not 1 lost
A stunning record, but at what cost?
Called "Moses" by the helpless she saved
Bounties 40,000 high offered by those she disobeyed
She carried a gun by her side
She went by the motto "Live Free or Die"

During the war "general Tubman" shoed amazing spirit
A fierce determination though no one did fear it
But maybe the southerners should have taken heed
Millions of dollars of damage, over 700 slaves freed
Accomplice to the infamous James Brown
She believed in his ideals and bestowed upon him the crown
Of "Liberator of Slaves" a title so stout
She was also a cook, nurse, spy, and a scout

Even after the war, she showed her vitality
As she more talent, more originality
A home the elderly opened did she
And became active politically
In 1869 she married again
And lived happily until death in 1913, March 10

In conclusion I have this to say to you
Heroes are judged not by what they say, but what they do
True heroes do what they do for all of mankind
They do it for a calming soundness of mind
True heroes do not give up in the face of oppression
An often used line, but seldom learned less
Heroes must not expect or feel entitled to praise
Their deeds maybe remembered, but their name left in frays