To the coal black maid
The white man said,
"You must yield your honor to me,
For I am king
Ay! king of land and sea!"
Now a beast or a bird mates but with
Yet a man will follow the lust of his
The pitiless skies
Heard the black girl's cries
And men turned an ear of stone.
For the good God gave
To the king his slave
And the world should let them alone.
And why should it talk of the white
When the black girl's child has a tawny
The black man said
To the snow white maid:
"You must yield to my brutal will.
I am morally blind
And I hate your kind,
And I know how to throttle and kill.
"I have no brains, but my sinews are
With the grudge of a hundred years of
The white girl's cry
Rose wide and high.
It hurt the ears of the world;
Then blind and stark
Out into the dark
A blundering soul was hurled.
For woman's honor all men will fight
And avenge her wrongs--if her skin be
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Colored American Magazine VI(10), October 1903, p. -696.
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