They ov’r-looked her.
Nev’r saw her ‘comin.
Thought they were better than.
Upside-down-brown.
Dirt poor.
She cried “Lord! Lord!”
He heard.
He came.
He gave her pride.
She conquers her fear.
Now it is them
who cries.
Dedicated to: It’s a low-down dirty shame.
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