My Statue of Liberty, Part II

They be talkin’ about a lady
She got her hair done up in ‘rows,
But she hold her head up high
‘Cause there’s somethin’ that she knows...

They be talkin’ about a lady
She stand up tall and straight.
The masters, they don’t like her none
‘Cause she don’t know "her place".

They be talkin’ about a lady
She got a light up in her hand;
Black folks say it’s like a star
To lead ‘em up out of this land...

They be talkin’ about a lady
She a friend to all us slaves:
She gonna get us out this misery
We gonna see these end of days.

They be talkin’ about a lady
She standing for us all:
For them who fight for freedom
For those who gonna fall…

They be talkin’ about a lady
She broke them shackles at her feet!
She hold ‘em high up in the air,
It be a sign of victory.

They be talkin’ about a lady
She made of stone up on the slope
They say her name be Liberty
And she here to give us hope.

Author's Note: Here is the link to the picture of the statue some are calling the "Black" Statue of Liberty, or as it is known in St. Maarten, Lady Liberty. It was the inspiration for this poem.

http://www.google.com/imgres?num=10&hl=en&safe=off&biw=1366&bih=667&tbm=isc...