Oh! you've forgotten this familiar voice so soon?
I am the laborer you employed on your snow field
When your frozen farm could not stand
I was he, who brought you loam from my mother's graveyard
The lurking waves are near
I am come knocking the moonlight door
It is me, the Afrikana
Will you open Sir?
Or just look me at the window and chide me once more.
Oh! landlord, you've forgotten this dark child so soon?
I am the tenant you welcomed into your garage
As your kitten took my place in the guest room
I have come with a basket of thorns woven by my people
For a share of what solely belongs to my ancestors
I am come knocking the moonlight door
It is me, the Afrikana
Will you open Sir?
Or just look me at the window
And hide me in your balcony.
It is me, the Afrikana
I am come on mother's last errand
With a golden necklace handsomely beaten from her shackles
I am come with your cross Sir
Knocking, knocking
It is me, the Afrikana
Will you open the moonlight door?
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
Ba ba black man
wandering the flaming sun/
Why do you choose to smear the night?
is it that you're too sour for truth and light? /
What’s your guilt?
why running from the sanctuary your ancestors built? /
Traveler beneath my country’s fire-rain
off to the backyard and heave my pain/
If you deem freedom to be tons of dollar
come swing ***** of dust into the eyes of your mother/
Life of a dark traveler isn’t a small joke
so don’t you find my words a suffocating smoke/
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC