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you can feel it coming so familiar not yet arrived but heavy on your spirit / marching towards you your joy your sisters quivering / you remember harriet and nat and sojourner and bayard and all the mommas who straightened their backs bent from the weight of burying their babies calling you you you step forth.…

that night i watched as the tide turned

you been fighting scheming, plotting / steady moving finding a place here or there / don’t much matter cause they ont want ya anyway not then not now not / really. ain’t no place for you here pick up your bags child and git. this here ain’t no dream/land.