Immorality Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGH IIJJ KKLL MMNN OOII PPQQ RRSS TTFF UUVV WWOO

Have you heard my friend the slander that the Negro has to faceA
Immorality the grossest has been charged up to his raceA
Listen listen to my story as I now proceed to tellB
Of conditions in the Southland where the mass of Negroes dwellB
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Ev'ry city town or county ev'ry state on Southern soilC
Has mulattoes in its borders found among the sons of toilC
Can you tell from whence they landed or to whither shall they goD
Is the Negro race responsible alone I'd like to knowD
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When a man among the Negroes is the least suspected thereE
Of an intimate relation with a daughter that is fairE
Then an angry mob arises and he answers for the sameF
In a death the worst in cruelty the company can nameF
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Though the noonday sun is shining at the time the lynching's doneG
Still the officers of justice can't detect a single oneG
Who partook in Negro killing for the deed no one is blamedH
And inside the nation's senate comes a voice 'We're not ashamed '-
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Is the same true when a white man leads a Negro girl astrayI
When he takes away her virtue is the same true tell me prayI
Do the press and pulpit clamor or condemn the mighty wrongJ
Is there sentiment against it is the burden of my songJ
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When the case is thus presented they are silent as the graveK
And the law at once is powerless a Negro's name to saveK
So you see the same continues and the truth is like a floodL
That in veins of Southern Negroes flow the best of Southern bloodL
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Can you tell of these mulattoes did they fall here from the skyM
How is this that they're among us can you tell the reason whyM
Who's to blame for their existence is the Negro race aloneN
If there are such freaks in nature it is time to make them knownN
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'Tis a custom born of slavery when master's law and mightO
Was enforced upon the bondsman without question of the rightO
And the parson preached on Sunday how the servant should obeyI
All the mandates of the master let them be whate'er they mayI
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O how sad the tales of bondage when persuasive measures failedP
How they tortured Negro women till their hellish plans prevailedP
Women faithful to their virtue were as martyrs sent to restQ
Others yielded to the tempter weary helpless and distressedQ
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So the spirit lives at present for the master hand to ruleR
Cook or washer nurse or housemaid passes through this training schoolR
Lo the greatest of temptations men and devils there inventS
And present them to the servants on their ruin so intentS
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There's no friend to whom the dusky maiden can appeal for aidT
To the mistress of the home to speak of such she is afraidT
In the law there's no protection that a Negro girl can claimF
None to rescue none to pity so she enters into shameF
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Now reflect for just a moment in the light of what you seeU
Which is worse to yield the tempter or the evil one to beU
Can you still believe that Negroes are immoral more than whitesV
O how different the picture if the Negro had his rightsV
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There's a God who rules in justice one who feels his children's painW
So we know that sin and darkness cannot always hope to reignW
All the ills to Negro women will the Father bring to lightO
For the Judge the only Judge of all creation will do rightO

Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer



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