Ella Wheeler Wilcox; Colored American Magazine, October 1903, and Washington Bee, July 26, 1913 (with different punctuation and line breakdowns in the latter)

To the coal black maid,
The white man said,
   "You must yield your honor to me,
For I am king of everything,
   Ay! king of land and sea!"
Now a beast or a bird mates but with its kind,
Yet a man will follow the lust of his mind.

The pitiless skies
Heard the black girl's cries,
   And men turned an ear of stone.
For the good God gave 
To the king his slave
   And the world should let them alone.
And why should it talk of the white man's sin
When the black girl's child has tawny skin?

The black man said
To the snowy-white maid:
   "You must yield to my brutal will.
I am morally blind
And I hate your kind,
   And I know how to throttle and kill.
"I have no brains, but my sinews are strong
With the grudge of a hundred years of wrong."

The white girl's cry 
Rose wide and high.
   It hurt the ears of the world;
Then blind and stark
Out into the dark
   A blundering soul was hurled.

For a woman's honor all men will fight
And avenge her wrongs--if her skin be white.