Love is lost in a statement, now a plantation is my placement.
The white man saw me by the tree bark , he wants to take me because my skin's dark.
Lovely darkness covers my skin , I'm surrounded around evil kin.
Looking at butterflies so lucky to be free, butterflies you'll never be like me.
Wishing to leave every single night , wishing to join God in the light.
On the rise of a new sunset , I know my hope for freedom isn't done yet.
*This is obviously about being taken for slavery. Also the hope that many had to keep strong . R.I.P .. *
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