The poem is by a Brazilian writer named Jorge de Lima and talks about the stereotype with black people.
This black Fulô
Well, if it has come
(this is a long time ago)
on my grandfather's farm
a pretty little black woman,
called Fulô.
That black Fulô!
That black Fulô!
Oh, Fulô! Oh, Fulô!
(It was Sinha's speech)
- Go and cover my bed.
comb my hair,
comes to help take
my clothes, Fulô!
That black Fulô!
That little black Fulô!
stayed home soon
to watch Sinhá,
to iron clothes for the Lord!
That black Fulô!
That black Fulô!
Oh, Fulô! Oh, Fulô!
(It was Sinha's speech)
come help me, oh Fulô,
Come refresh my body.
I'm sweaty, Fulô!
come scratch my itch,
Come do my wishes
come and rock my net,
Come tell me a story
I'm sleepy, Fulô!
That black Fulô!
Oh, Fulô! Oh, Fulô!
(It was Sinha's speech
Calling the Black Fulô!)
Where's my scent bottle?
What did your Lord send me?
Ah! You stole it!
Ah! You stole it!
That black Fulô!
The man went to see the black woman
be beaten by the boss.
The black woman took off her clothes,
The Mister said: Fulô!
(The sight darkened than the black Fulô).
That black Fulô!
That black Fulô!
Oh, Fulô! Oh, Fulô!
Where's my lace scarf,
Where my belt, my brooch,
Where is my gold necklace?
What did your Lord send me?
Ah! It was you who stole it!
Ah! It was you who stole it!
That black Fulô!
That black Fulô!
The man was whipping
alone the black Fulô.
The black one took off her skirt.
and took off the head,
from within him jumped
the black Fulô.
That black Fulô!
Oh, Fulô! Oh, Fulô!
Where is your Lord?
that Our Lord sent me?
Ah! It was you who stole it,
Was it you, you black Fulô?
That black Fulô!
That black Fulô!
