A Note, From the Cotton Fields of Texas to the Land of the Free
I see ebony on ivory. I see midnight on daylight. I see sweet black hands plucking stark white fiber, in my fields aglow. I see bright red blood tinging sable…
I see ebony on ivory. I see midnight on daylight. I see sweet black hands plucking stark white fiber, in my fields aglow. I see bright red blood tinging sable…