Ode to the Color Purple
Negros in chains, but no bonds can bond hope
I figure my life is settled now, but I can still see the rope
It hangs round my neck and warns me of trouble
Been there so long, it looks like my stubble
I don't live in fear, but fear the life I have
My ancestors died and my tears are all dried
The color purple, reminds me of pain
The suffering I know, the covering rain
But if there's one thing I'll do
It's lift my head high, the way I know how to
Forgive me if I die with the frown I was born
My children carry my smiles, like a jar too filled
I know they'll be in scorn but the hope lives on, always will
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