Oh To be willingly sold away across the sea
to another land as if purposefully I defy
Oh the glint and wink of the interloper's eye
and suddenly the ear hears foreign goodbyes
the tongue becomes shaped to speak
and the customs of a different people
become the closest I keep
threading a new shirt enough clothes
learning a new craft as demanded
to be useful in an unknown land
where the jungle shade and mud that sink
have aromas uncommon and distinct
Where I walk in public a spectacle forever
Grins from mouths who've known severance
briefly grin before carrying on their daily care
The sun pats me on the back twice as hard here
does that mean God loves me more heed
I dearly say it does indeed
and the littered streets and strange optimistic teeth
in smiles that barter the prices sweet
learning a new craft was such a feat
a space in the dinky market to sell wares
Sew gossip and old yarns from thin air
To forget the old world and its false cares
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