Sitting alone in this Cotton Tree
1867.
And I'm sitting here in this Cotton Tree.
Mama and Pa
Picking from this cotton tree
Master says
"Boy Pick Faster"
Pa picked at this Cotton Tree
Till His hands were mighty sore
Master said
"Boy, This cotton tree still
Needs picking"
Pa hates Master
His weird pale skin
Strangely the same as my own.
His long black whip
Ended Pa
Bloody and Hurt
Pa's last words were
"Let my cotton trees live"
I love you Pa
And your Bright white
Cotton Tree
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There's many more to come.