call me by my name
call me by my name
not my slave name
a few of us
made it to Canada
sweet new home
so many still labor sweat
bleed raped girls
men not allowed no pride
just they see us as beasts
we are real
it is cold but
the names of our tribes
our villages
are gone
they erased the names
but they cannot
erace me
in the dark
whisper the names at night
to the children
when they sleep
our Africa names
our Africa tribes
tell about the rivers
and the plants
how they smell
and the animals
how they look and move
don't forget
how
Africa feel
and smell and taste and sound
whisper in the old words
in the dark
so they keep
the feelings
whisper my name
my people
my true land
my true place
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