Massa
I twist my hair like the rope you used to whip me with
A constant reminder that stretches from my head
All the way down to my feet
That spread and suck in as much liberty from this land of the free
Massa
My love kisses my mangled skin
To make the scars resemble lake Niger
The small of my back sings songs of Anansi
My 'unnatural' bottom sways like the palm trees you took me from
My 'ugly' nose glistens with knowledge
Life grows in places of me that would make you tremble with rage
Massa
Aint no gingham here
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