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ii) You are virtuous and you are gone.
Poor sinner that I remain
Before your creditors.

Unable to bend your head
Or stretch out your hand
Or sell your crops
You crossed over.

But I was born with a head bent
A hand outstretched
Not unused to being sold
Knowing all this, did you leave me?

You found release with poison
Poisoning my bitter existence
The cotton crop is but yesterday's
But our family?

You saw your crop destroyed.
What of the harvest of my womb?
Can I leave them to the wind
Like worm-eaten cotton pods?

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