A Visionary
This is a tall tale of a slave woman, with a vision,
Listen, for this is a true story of a reality,
With events that, we never even see in fantasy,
Certainly, there is pain and suffering in the lives,
And in these stories of black and mixed kings and queens,
That died every day and night, and week by week,
But, this is only a true and cruel reality,
Were the gods deaf to the screams of the kings and queens at night,
Was He blind to the scenes that unfolded under the moon light,
Where they praying to the wrong goddesses, or what god is this,
How hard could it be, to be god, I mean, it's god,
Heaven seemed to be a better place but, being with a being,
That didn't aid you when you screamed,
Why would you want to be with Him,
But we continue, with the tale of a slave woman, with a vision,
See, being colored back in the day was hard enough,
But, being the best of both worlds, would be both a gift and a curse,
Separation from home and neglected by your adversary,
Death in family could dictate if you'd live happily,
Or you would have to wait till the next life to know,
What freedom really is,
But, Harriet Jacobs was a slave woman with a vision,
A strong and brave woman, that decided to break the chains,
Not for a moment but forever, with hopes
She'd aid her fellow sisters and brethren one day,
So first she had to escape her unfortunate slave life
She didn't choose to be born in, and fled,
Not wanting to wait for the next life to know,
What freedom, really tasted like.
Listen, for this is a true story of a reality,
With events that, we never even see in fantasy,
Certainly, there is pain and suffering in the lives,
And in these stories of black and mixed kings and queens,
That died every day and night, and week by week,
But, this is only a true and cruel reality,
Were the gods deaf to the screams of the kings and queens at night,
Was He blind to the scenes that unfolded under the moon light,
Where they praying to the wrong goddesses, or what god is this,
How hard could it be, to be god, I mean, it's god,
Heaven seemed to be a better place but, being with a being,
That didn't aid you when you screamed,
Why would you want to be with Him,
But we continue, with the tale of a slave woman, with a vision,
See, being colored back in the day was hard enough,
But, being the best of both worlds, would be both a gift and a curse,
Separation from home and neglected by your adversary,
Death in family could dictate if you'd live happily,
Or you would have to wait till the next life to know,
What freedom really is,
But, Harriet Jacobs was a slave woman with a vision,
A strong and brave woman, that decided to break the chains,
Not for a moment but forever, with hopes
She'd aid her fellow sisters and brethren one day,
So first she had to escape her unfortunate slave life
She didn't choose to be born in, and fled,
Not wanting to wait for the next life to know,
What freedom, really tasted like.