I am the one
You sliced with the whip yesterday.
I felt the pain and blood gushing doen my back
As you laughed and said
“Stand up and pay for what you have done!”

I am the one
That you work to death everyday
Till I can taste the salty sweat in my mouth.
The fumes from the cotton has made my head
Hurt to the point I can’t think.

I am the one
That has to hear all the painful shrieks at night
From my fellow slaves that you whip.

I am the one
That sees the heat rising off the cotton
While you sit up there in your cool house shaded from the sun.

I am the one.