There where the rumors are made
Where the ghosts are seen fade
Hostages chained
Brought to for shade
Outside the sun is closer than the head
I was born here
Or at least near here
And I will be buried in this soil
Chained or unchained
Burned or even taken to boil
My body will add to this soil
I am serious yet not furious
But I am too curious
When my name is spoken
Broken
And I break the law my way
For that I am not shy
To defend my identity
My existence, my dignity
There where I was born
And there where the rumors are made
Rumors include a scorn
My name is sold cheap
Cheaper than my words