Daughter Of A Black Man Poem by joshua madiba

She was born in pain.
And left to toil.
Never ate butter like that of a white man.
Never breast fed by her mother.
She labours on scorched land.
She never eats before her master does.
Her skin with scales like that of a fish,
that never tasted unguent.
Her beauty lies in her behaviours.
Her hair like that of an egg.
Her master never feels compunction for her.
Daughter of a black man kept at home like a seile person