Sunny, little slave girl
With the flower in her hair
Her “masta” put it there,
She dances with such flare
And pays him his share
With eyes cast down, she never stares
The show goes everywhere
They make quite a pair
She danced for the sheriff, and she danced for the mayor
She danced at the parties and took what they had to spare
But when she broke her leg one day
Or maybe it was just a tear
She learned he didn’t care
Sunny, little slave girl,
With the flower in her hair
Her “masta” laid her bare
About the Creator
Nailah Robinson
Author, Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Cousin, Daughter In Law, Sister In Law, Friend, Grand Daughter, Niece, Teacher, and Student. I am so many things to so many people, but in the end, I'm just Nailah.
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Comments (2)
Noo, Sunny! I'm so dissapointed it ended that way😞 Very playful and entertaining! I loved it!
Poor Sunny. Nice poem. I love that you carried the same rhyming structure throughout the entire piece.