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I, the evil harlot stand tall
I, the adulterous shall not fall

Thus you've branded thee my name
But it is I who will live out your defame

You are my master, my country, owner of me
For no other reason than money would it be

Corruption and law go hand in hand
While the blacksmith heats his "incorrigilble" brand

Youu dealt me a sentence worse than death
Forever a man's slave with every breath

Bought and sold, shuffled around
Back then the Bayou wasn't even a town

We became mothers of women and men
Condemned by society for someone else's sin

Forever we're unclaimed moms of many
All for your greedy mans penny

So dear frenchman, madam and sir
We were duly punished without murder

So many of us innocent victims of you
Corrupt officials that sent us to the bayou

Blessed were those who passed on during the journey
Who were carelessly thrown overboard on a makeshift gourney

We were pawed and mauled, beaten and raped
For us there was no where to escape

The bayou was too wild for a woman to survive
So we chose daily to endure punishment or die.

This poem is based upon actual historical events that occured while the french 
government was attempting to develop New Orleans.

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