Mistress he called me, and beloved
But I was his slave – no other word
Children we had and he’d set them free
If I stayed with him and ne’er did flee
Many long years since I was sixteen
My master he took me past his queen
My sister she would be but she’s white
Lord! O my God, how is this right?

History it tells what a good man was he
But if so good, why did he enslave me?
I am only a small black woman
No voice in time, hardly human
He lied, he didn’t free our children
He didn’t free me, its bewildering
Thirty odd years I was his slave
Now my niece gets me from his grave

In memory of Sally Hemings, enslaved by Thomas Jefferson