Der I was, a slave,
Black from birth and sun
Cotton in ma teeth
Ma babe on ma back
Cryin loud as da eagles
Fo his mama's milk
Steamin land
pressed aginst ma memory
I am tired
my back hurts, ma babe hurts
Afrika, where are you?
Earth spirit, yo voice is in da mud
cryin' wit ma husban'
Der I was
My brow like meltin buttah
Da sun always in dat low sky
Whip-armed mastuh,
pressed aginst ma memory
like battuh in a waffle iron
as he stuck on my skin
in the heat of his room
and forced his way in me
and me jus cryin and prayin
Da ole' up down
up down
Afrika where are you?
Tribe of da sista-hood cryin' wit me
All over da world
Der I was, stolen,
one mo' cryin' baby dug from da land
A contest entry
- HillBilly Hoedown by Antipodi.
2100 points, ended July 21, 15 entries
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Nice ryhme poet ...good luck in the contest
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