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’?