Tobias was a slave who worked in the cotton fields of Tennessee
I would watch him as he would watch me 
turning away every time I would notice him watching me, noticing him watching me 
for fear he would disrespect me 
for in such a time such a moment was not aloud
for it was deem something wild
so for a moment I wish I was 
the effects of his cause
as I would watch him I thought to myself:
I wish that I was metal so that for a moment I could hold your hand 
so that for a moment I can be a part of the plan
the plan to hold you tightly securely within
sometimes I wish that I was the metal shackles clingy closely to your skin
the hot sun on your back feeling your sweat intoxicating like aged old gin
sometimes I wish I was cotton picked by your hands ever so gently
I have even wished that I was Master's whip, only I would touch you ever so gently
I wish I was your feet then I would lead you to a place of safety 
where you could freely love me 
make love to me 
I wish I was the hay you had to tie, the bundled you carried upon your shoulders
where you would sometimes rest your tiered head as if it was your only lover 
I wish I was the water that you would cup and sip from your hands as my Father poured 
I wish I was your white whore 
so for a moment your manhood could be returned back to you making you my Master 
rightfuly giving back to you all the power
I wish I was the wind so that I could brush by and gently touch your hand 
so you would know how much I understand 
your need to be free
free to be with me 
free to love me 
I love a slave name Tobias
to be with him I must be quiet as 
kept by him, I visit with him in my dreams
although tonight dreams remain to be seen
as he creeps insided my forbidden places
intertwine we become like gray faces 
that is until a white face appears
shouting "what is that nigger doing here"
Tobias now gone away
taken away by my Daddy and his angry mob of hate 
wrogfully accused of rape
only I dare not speak up
for by the angry mob I to would be strung up
now my lover looks down at me 
now I wish I was the rope so I could tell him that I was so sorry
even in death he looks at me as if he still loves me 
for love was the last expression of Tobias the slave I would ever see 
so for now I can only wish that I was death and I was now Tobias I again see
for he is back with me 
only now he is unshackeled and free to love me 
The White Woman Who Loved Tobias