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Mayella's memory
My life is like the stench of ol’ dawgs,
Instead of that heart ‘appy feeling from my paw,
All I get is a whoppin’.
There were this here nigger,
He be strong, handsome, and nice,
He make me feel good inside,
like I be a sweet smellin’ flower.
I wan’ em to feel good too,
I try an’ kiss em,
His chest be hard,
But his lips be soft.
He din’t wan’ the gift I try an’ give em,
Then, my paw came a holleren’,
An’ the black one ran away likity split.
Now, I be a sittin’ in court ,
A tellin’ something that ain’t happen,
My paw tol’ me to tell I got rap’t,
I be afraid of getting’ a whoppin’,
So’s I do what he a tol’ me.
The murmurs mingle wit the air,
As I tell the story,
I be afraid of getting’ a whoppin’,
So’s I do what he a tol’ me.
