We met each other in the cotton fields, they were in need of harvest I was never willing to be in the house She told me I should flee, I should follow the railroad to freedom (the worst form of captivity) She chose to stay with her father's sons At that moment came upon me Eleven white brethren in Eleven white cloaks with Eleven white-washed ropes. in the sun-drenched field they pondered whether to lynch or draw & quarter I begged to be drawn & quartered since at least a part of me could follow her to the South They hung me. My parents wanted me to cross the ocean but I stayed on her white sandy shore when it was over she apologized for her brother's transgressions But she cose not to save me
Reason for writing:
Her name's lauren...even though our situation is nothing like the one described above, dwelling on my feelings gave this poem inspiration plant itself and grow. I hope it moves everyone as much as it moved me when it wrote itself.
Birth sign: Leo
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