Captured, tied , and enslaved together. Transported many miles from home with her. But now I want to stray? Tortured by the hands of the white man with her. Toiled the lands of the white man with her. After I was brutally bull-whipped for taking one of massa's ckickens to feed our children, she nursed me back to health. Putting my well-being before herself. Knowing that if she was late getting tot he field, she'd receive the same treatment that I was dealt. But she stayed. Now, I want to stray? Together, we ran through the dark woods with freedom on our minds. Together we received lashes across our bloodied backs with our wrists joined in binds. Through hardships & downfalls she was there to lift me up. When I came home from a hard day's work, she was my pick-me-up. I'd offer my seat in the back of the bus when a white man in the front forced her to stand up. When I became enraged with the state we were in, she was my soothing music. Now, I want to stray? How can you be in a relationship With someone of a race that you can't relate with? They don't understand what it's like to be black in Amerikkka. Our history here has created our present condition in this nation. Their history here began with their voluntary immigration. Many are naive to the ways we were violently mistreated, How this country so desperately wanted the blackman in Amerikkka deleted from their history. Together, the blackman & woman was united through grief & misery. But now that the storm clouds are passing over, I want to stray? Never that! She was here for me & I'll be there for her, always.