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Plantation Seduction

For the pleasure she seeks

And the possible death he may reap

When upon her mare

Across the field she cantered

Searching for an ebony man

To quench her lustful pleasure

For life or death, the higher the stakes

The more daring a risk she takes.

For when in the fields they lay

On beds fashioned with

Cotton, hay, or dried banana leaves.

If conceived while mere pleasure she seeks,

No stripes upon his back

Can ease the disgrace from the master’s head.

And so a rope she plotted for the neck.

To do or to die, to dangle from a tree

Until they are dead.

Dare to say no to the master’s wife

Dare to attempt to preserve his life.

To say no would mean

Inviting screams of attempting to take.

And off to that wretched hanging tree

To be hanged anyway, and if she conceived

While her sinful pleasure she pursued,

Without a doubt the master’s wrath

Someone will reap.

Infant, mother, or ebony man the slave,

A grave awaiting someone, if not the lot.