Teme
I lived with my mother and my brother and sister.
I remember the night when the men broke into my house.
I never saw my mother or brother again.
I cried for many nights on the ship.
I want to know if
I will ever see them again
will I?
I want to hear my language spoken.
I want to see my homeland in Africa.
I want to taste the foods of where I come from.
I sing little poems in the day on the ship
I think they sound like Africa.
I don’t like the colors in the new land so different from Africa.
The people their color is just not right
So I think.
I lived with my mother and my brother and sister, and I want them.