Brown…
Brown and tender…
Brown tender and sweet…
Brown tender sweet and cool…
Brown tender sweet and cool breezes
brush my face when you are near
Honey brown breeze that sings songs of the Diaspora
Gasping…
Breathing air into my tired lungs
Whispering sweet brown melodies
And cool harmonic winds shift to your rifts
You are brown…
Brown because that was God’s first choice
And cool is the breeze when my creator whispers in my ear
God whispers to me
Brown
Tender
Sweet
Cool breezes that brush my face and sings to me…
Songs of the Diaspora
You are the song of the Diaspora
And we listen
We listen
Waiting for your song to take us home
And carry the melody
For the journey is long
You are the song
The song of the Diaspora
The song that we wait for so patiently
That…
Brown…
Tender…
Sweet…
Cool…
Song…
Black woman sing the Diaspora home
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