Life behind the veil I see,
Life through those eyes, I see
Perspective different in every glance
Beauty that can never be hidden
By the veil of black
Crimson in her vision,
Through that grim veil
Yet covered and hovered by tradition
Traditions that couldn’t be laid down
Freedom she longed for
Suppressed by the very tribe that bore her, that she bore
Open fields of freedom, denied for bondage and work
In fields of Gold
For love even given, a dime never returned
For work ever done; no reward
Fruitful lives made null
Behind four walls of slavery
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