I bathe in warm sun’s rays–
a wake-up light from Africa–
sooth my skin after a cold night
I ruminative on my gurney
No need to rush off the sweet caress
Again, I long for Bimbia
hear the watchman’s voice,
Get up lazy negroes
I grow your food Summers to Springs
Prepare your meals in delirium
Feed your kids while you drink Rhum
Your house stands tall thanks to my labor
You are ensnared in my welfare strings
thrive on others’ pain
assert full claim on my grind
Were your guns to stop firing
I would run from cold sunsets
I take comfort
in the fear paralyzing your heart
Every mind is hidden and alert