A Former Slave Is Voting: A poem.

Ole Jim Crow let go my toe,

You holdin’ it so hard I cain’t hardly to vote,

You knows that I gets to

You knows it fo’ sho

Now old master he went off and gots killed in the war…

Ole Jim Crow that’s not workin’ no mo

Your tricks and your cheats and your traps and all

I’m still voting like the Northern Star

Points up toward freedom

Still fixed and sure

You can’t move it

or ever change my mind

So ole Jim Crow

Why youse keep tryin’?

-atg