I, a poor little slave girl

With nothing to eat but a piece of pork fat and some crumbs of bread.

I, a poor little slave girl,

My mama's illiterate and my daddy was killed

Killed by that fat, greedy, rich white man who lives in that big white house which sits upon a hill.

He calls himself my masta'

He say he own me

He don't own me! Not as long as God is my father

I, a poor little slave girl

Trapped

Trapped between these rows of cotton

Trapped on this plantation

Trapped in life

This is not only a poem, this is my life

The life of a poor little slave girl who is trapped in her own life with no way out

I, a poor little slave girl

With nothing to eat but a piece of pork fat and some crumbs of bread

I, a poor little slave girl.