Prejiduce

Once upon a time in a small, dark world,
Lived an ordinary child, perhaps a baby girl.
Her blood was many colors; black, white maybe tan.
But her master saw only her skin, that dirty, rotten man.

So the people she worked with as she grew,
Taught her their ways and what they knew.
She learned that her heart was not the case,
She was a slave because of her race.

It was her master, with his cold, dirty soul.
And his Fancy clothes, his heart a mere hole.
And so she sang, her heart filled with joy.
Making courage, to meet a boy.

This boy would help her run away,
Through the night, and through the day.
She'd jump in a carriage just waiting to see,
The wonderful country, where she could be free.