|Marcus Garvey - Song Of The Negro Maid|
|I look at man in grim dismay;|
He tried my virtue all to steal:
My heart is full of joy today,
No sin is on my soul I feel.
The guiling tongue of Adam's son,
Has left me free to see the light
The Master saw o'er Satan won,
In battles they did often fight.
The white man forced my head to bow,
My chastity to treat with scorn;
But I am queen of self, and now
I feel as pure as I was born.
With firm respect I love my race:
No one shall lead me thus astray,
Of kin to lose the ancient trace
That makes me what I am today.