Little lady black,
She came to say hello;
Upon her aching back,
She carries heavy loads.
Her eyes dark and pale,
Hair of ash, dirt and grime;
She holds down the hell,
That's growing more in time.
Eventually, she begins to break,
Life's excuse just ain't working,;
Her hands begin to quake,
As they continued jerking_
she's unloaded,
emotions exploded,
the things that she toted,
somehow eroded.
Don't worry,
Little Lady Black;
You may shine now,
But you'll be back.
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