somebody
I want my children
to know
they is somebody
the masters say we is nobody
but always we are somebody
and I don't forget
my mama
teaching me
who I am and who I can be
they try to make me
nobody
and they say it again
with the words
and the whip
but I know
I am a Somebody
and I want my children
to always
know it too.
10/16/98
take me home
take me back to my village
it smell warm and good
my mama cooking
chicken rice
spices they dont get here
take me home
I see their faces
dying is good
I ready
I done my job
I been here long enough
it all right now
goodbye all
take me home
yes
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