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Wherever I Hang
I leave me people, me land, me home
For reasons I not too sure
I forsake de sun
And de humming-bird splendour
Had big rats in de floorboard
So I pick up me new-world-self
And come to this place call England
At first I feeling like I in a dream De misty greyness
I touching the walls to see if they real
They solid to de seam
And de people pouring from de underground system
Like beans
And when I look up to de sky
I see Lord Nelson high - too high to lie.
And is so I sending home photos of myself
Among de pigeons and de snow
And is so I warding off de cold
And is so, little by little
I begin to change my calypso ways
Never visiting nobody
Before giving them clear warning
And waiting me turn in queue
Now, after all this time
I get accustom to de English life
But I still miss back-home side
To tell you de truth
I don't know really where I belaang
Yes, divided to de ocean
Divided to de bone
Wherever I hang me knickers - that's my home.
Skin Teeth
JOHN AGARD
Listen Mr Oxford don
Me not no Oxford don
me a simple immigrant
from Clapham Common
I didnt graduate
I immigrate
But listen Mr Oxford don
Im a man on de run
and a man on de run
is a dangerous one
I ent have no gun
I ent have no knife
but mugging de Queens English
is the story of my life
I dont need no axe
to split/ up yu syntax
I dont need no hammer
to mash/ up yu grammar
I warning you Mr Oxford don
Im a wanted man
and a wanted man
is a dangerous one
Dem accuse me of assault
on de Oxford dictionary/
imagine a concise peaceful man like me/
dem want me serve time
for inciting rhyme to riot
but I rekking it quiet
down here in Clapham Common
Im not a violent man Mr Oxford don
I only armed wit mih human breath
but human breath
is a dangerous weapon
So mek dem send one big word after me
FRED DAGUIAR
Letter From Mama Dot
Born on a sunday
in the kingdom of Ashante
Sold on monday
into slavery
Ran away on tuesday
cause she born free
Lost a foot on wednesday
when they catch she
Worked all thursday
till her head grey
Dropped on friday
where they burned she
Freed on saturday
in a new century
Mama Dot
Born on a Sunday
in the kingdom of Ashante
Sold on Monday
into slavery
Ran away on Tuesday
cause she born free
Lost a foot on Wednesday
when they catch she
Worked all Thursday
till her head turned grey
Dropped on Friday
where they burned she
Freed on Saturday
in a new century