Heaven

Some days I crave a sun so bright Instead of Memphis rain And people that can say my real name Some days I feel my skin turning back A darker shade close to black And I hear my roots calling me home But most days I know I am not alone In feeling so far…

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Change

They wonder why She sits there Speaking language she didn’t choose Getting much too close To forgetting her mother tongue Wings sealed in a box Her brown locs Painted blonde They wonder why she changed She only did it To survive

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