My Backyard
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| O’Neal, Terry A |
In my backyard green grass grows
and flowers
bloom in the spring
bloom in the spring
and little
black girls sing
black girls sing
freedom ring.
Freedom ring.
Freedom ring.
In my backyard tip toe to full blown
the minds eye
wanders to places unknown
wanders to places unknown
and little
black girls sing
black girls sing
freedom ring.
Freedom ring.
Freedom ring.
In my backyard fluffy dandelions blow
linger in the air.
Then fall like snow and little black
girls sing
girls sing
freedom ring. Freedom ring.
In my backyard weeds sprout year
round
round
golden
strands sway like hips to a moroccan drum sound and little black girls sing
strands sway like hips to a moroccan drum sound and little black girls sing
freedom ring. Freedom ring.
In my backyard long thorns shoot
from berry
bushes closing in
bushes closing in
with poison
at the root
at the root
and little
black girls sing
black girls sing
freedom ring.
Freedom ring.
Freedom ring.
In my backyard stretching tall i
stand
stand
in search of
the promise land
the promise land
i peek
through cracks/stare through holes
through cracks/stare through holes
beyond the
fence where nobody knows i exist and little black girls sing
fence where nobody knows i exist and little black girls sing
freedom ring. Freedom ring.
In my backyard peaks the sun
after five nights of pouring rain the day anew
begun and little black girls sing.
