response to Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom

Cotton field demands

Chains wrapped around quivering sun burnt hands

I pray every night for a merciful soul

Am I nothing but cotton field demands

Mother cries now because she understands

That ripe beautiful girls must pay a toll

With chains wrapped around quivering burnt hands

Father barricades doors fighting commands

But white bodies will continue their role

Am I nothing but cotton field demands

Bent over cotton seeds I see him stand

I love, I love a man as dark as coal

Who has chains wrapped around quivering hands

But love cannot prevail in these badlands

Cut off all your hair, in disguise we stroll

Must I be nothing but cotton field demands

Skin as pale and tainted as the white sands

I am master, my lover a slave stole

And in these roles, to the north we expand

Without forced chains around sun burnt hands

We are much more than cotton field demands