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Dawn Matley Maselli Poem
Next day no water supply
Child looks up to me with searchin eyes
"Daddy I'm thirsty" in a weak voice
To a papa I don't have no choice
The Good Ol Boy can't hear her voice
And now I'm Looting
I survived the tragedy
Now I got to do right by my family
How exactly grateful do you want me to be?
Life's force caused my destiny
And I'm gonna do right by baby
And now I'm fightin
Child lost mama, her strength and her home
Plans out there made but we're all alone
Mama’s not here no more in the Dome
This shelter is her resting stone
Babies Blanket is her resting stone
Baby stoking the resting stone
And now we're prayin
September 2005
We're doin our best just to survive
Please cry baby so I know you’re alive
This is changing me deep down inside
We're all changing way deep down inside
And now I'm angry
Takin babies and wives from the man
Never thought this could happen in Our Free Land
Can't get my head around it to understand
Chaos everywhere here for the man
Just gotta do the best that I can
They say I'm looting
Cameraman and the new on TV
Filming me taking supplies for baby
How exactly grateful do you want me to be?
While your watchin me on your TV
They call me looter and Refugee
Darlin, looter and a Refugee
But I'm still prayin
Wasted water surrounds little ones
I know New Orleans has mightier sons
We're takin water, food and some meds
Surviving in this homestead
My shoulder now is babies’ bed
Strong shoulders now for babies bed.
And I'm still hopeful
Go ahead and call me Refugee
A looter, a black man that you see on TV
But I'm no Good Ole Boy Judging from a safe place
I'm a papa lookin in babies face
A widowed papa lookin in babies face.
And now I'm prayin
Copyright © Dawn Matley Maselli | Year Posted 2005
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Dawn Matley Maselli Poem
Next day no water supply
Child looks up to me with searchin eyes
"Daddy I'm thirsty" in a weak voice
To a papa I don't have no choice
The Good Ol Boy can't hear her voice
And now I'm Looting
I survived the tragedy
Now I got to do right by my family
How exactly grateful do you want me to be?
Life's force caused my destiny
And I'm gonna do right by baby
And now I'm fightin
Child lost mama, her strength and her home
Plans out there made but we're all alone
Mama’s not here no more in the Dome
This shelter is her resting stone
Babies Blanket is her resting stone
Baby stoking the resting stone
And now we're prayin
September 2005
We're doin our best just to survive
Please cry baby so I know you’re alive
This is changing me deep down inside
We're all changing way deep down inside
And now I'm angry
Takin babies and wives from the man
Never thought this could happen in Our Free Land
Can't get my head around it to understand
Chaos everywhere here for the man
Just gotta do the best that I can
They say I'm looting
Cameraman and the new on TV
Filming me taking supplies for baby
How exactly grateful do you want me to be?
While your watchin me on your TV
They call me looter and Refugee
Darlin, looter and a Refugee
But I'm still prayin
Wasted water surrounds little ones
I know New Orleans has mightier sons
We're takin water, food and some meds
Surviving in this homestead
My shoulder now is babies’ bed
Strong shoulders now for babies bed.
And I'm still hopeful
Go ahead and call me Refugee
A looter, a black man that you see on TV
But I'm no Good Ole Boy Judging from a safe place
I'm a papa lookin in babies face
A widowed papa lookin in babies face.
And now I'm prayin
Copyright © Dawn Matley Maselli | Year Posted 2005
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Dawn Matley Maselli Poem
And now we're waitin
August 2005
Levy gave way
wanted no man alive.
Water rising all around us
Who has got a cell phone?
Man, they left us here all alone
They left us here on our own.
But, we're still prayin
We are the United States
We braved the storm, the levee
and the man-made mistakes
Can't let child see dome- horrible things
But I'm grateful for the hope
that life brings.
Yes, I'm hopeful for the hope that life brings.
And now we're waitin
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Dawn Matley Maselli Poem
August 2005
Hurricane Katrina
wanted no man alive.
The Good Ol Boys
said Head to the Dome
For those who can't get out on your own..
and they left us here all alone.
And we are prayin
We are the United States
We will brave the wind, the storm
and the man-made mistakes.
The storm stole all our material things
But we're grateful
for the hope that life brings.
Yes, we are grateful for the hope that life brings.
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Dawn Matley Maselli Poem
The Dome is dark and all are scared so
Mama's gettin weak cuz her sugar is low
Whispers don't let child see me go
But child knows when mama goes
A child always knows when Mama goes
And now we're grieving
Sorrow that washes despair
Tears sheddin natural wash mama here
All the reasons to US are unknown
Father, take her to your heavenly home
Father take her to you heavenly home.
And now we're reeling
Copyright © Dawn Matley Maselli | Year Posted 2005
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