I Am the Djembe Excerpts >>

Daddy, si mi outside a play
An mama come out deh an beat mi!
An talk 'bout mi a cuss
An wah mek it wuss
A dat mi a use four letta wud.
She sey she noh waah hear
Mi sey no more four letta wud out dere.
But 'ow mi fi talk if mi haffi lef aff
All a de four letta wud dem wah mi know?
She sey mi is a lickle gal
An mi too out-a-orda!
But daddy, mi did ongle a play rhyme
Mi did ongle a rhyme wud wid DUCK
An mi did a win! Far you know sey
Mi always ave luck
An wen mi bawl out sey de nex wud a F__...
Mi naw sey it yaw
Far mama treten fi bruck up mi craw.

 

Dear Mother

I want to love you.
Dear mother,
I want to love you.
I want to touch your hands and feel the warmth
Of life,
Of the tenderness that's there.
I want to look into your eyes and see the softness
Of love,
Of true emotions that's rare.

I want to love you.
Dear mother,
I want to love you.
I want to hug you and feel the excitement
Of joy,
Of a closeness that's dear.
I want to kiss you and taste the freshness
Of forgiveness,
Of a trust can't compare.

I need to love you.
Dear mother,
I need to love you.
I need to see you and admire you in the light
Of dawn,
Of a pureness that's fair.
I need to know you & treasure you in the quietness
Of morn,
Of the music of the air.

I need to love you.
Dear mother,
I need to love you.
I need to talk to you and know the wisdom
Of age,
Of the greatness you lived.
I need to walk with you and learn the history
Of places,
Of the wealth of my skin.

I need to show you.
Dear mother,
I need to show to you.
I need to show you and watch your smile
Of pride,
Of the work that you did.
I need to show you and wipe the tears
Of happiness,
Of the success of your kids.

I want to hold you.
Dear mother,
I want to hold you.
I need to hug you and say
Thanks,
For all that you did.
Dear mother.

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