Black Queen
I was born with not a silver spoon, Black Queen but a golden spear in my hand. Black Queen I was taught to be strong, and not to fear the white man. Stolen from my homeland where the streets were paved with gold, and bought to this country where I was stripped of my soul. Brought here on a slave ship shackled and bound in chains. Robbed of my heritage, and given my masters sir name. I have survived the long and restless journey of the slave ship. I have endured the painful lashes of the masters whip. I had babies in the cotton fields, and was back in the big house in time, to cook my masters meals. I prayed, while master had his way with me in the slave quarters. I cried as I watched him sell my sons and daughters. 'You wonder who am I, that I can endure, these things? I am the mother of a warrior and the daughter of a King. I am the Black Queen.
