(To Mr. Haley)
Queen: When I was a little girl I lived at my papi's big house. I had a sister Jane, we slep in the same room. Only she had a big four poster, and I slept at the foot of her bed. We laughed a bit, dream of our future. I always said I was gonna marry a prince on a white horse. Jane would laugh at me. Who is gonna marry a slave girl like you, Queen? She said. She shouldn't laugh. She was wrong. I did see my prince, but he was on no white horse, but he would be riding on a fairy boat, crossing the river.