Slave Women
I was the slave girl taken from the South to the West
I was the sister that was beaten tortured and ripped from the home of my loved ones
I was the young mother dragged and taken in chains forced to kill the life inside of me
I was the daughter who witnessed her fathers death.
I am the "slave woman"
Don't forget what started it all
Don't you forget what happened
Remember us
For we are the "slave women" who never gave up
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