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Just Me
I've been listening to blues songs,
With my eyes wide shut,
My mind was wide open,
And my was in a rut.
So I went to hear the band play,
There at the local cafe,
The drums were worn and golden,
Just like the sea.
Id been hearing beats in my head,
Of those South African drums,
Telling me to sit and stay,
And asking my soul to turn.
I could run through the tall grass,
Run my fingers through a lion's mane,
I would finally belong.
With no more hurt or pain.
My dark skin would be a beauty,
deep and dark like coffee without cream,
My brown eyes would be a marvel,
Linked to intelligence unseen.
My hair others find so kinky,
Would be of the finest lamb's wool.
And my hips so wide and lingering,
Would not be misused.
