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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There you go again, Mr. Ain’t My Uncle Sam, stepping on my feet Then telling me the pain I feel is all in my head Just us black folk giving life to our colorful imagination You say we be trying to avoid working instead That we just be lazy bones, who don’t like getting out of bed But who in their right mind wanna put their foot on the ground, knowing they gonna get their feet stepped on Then being told that the pain you feel, it ain’t real, it’s just imaginary ... it’s all in your head Fairy tales made up by a people that like sleeping instead of working and working Mr. Ain’t My Uncle Sam says he gotta keep a close eye on people like me He gotta get closer, invade my privacy ... so close in fact, he always be stepping on my feet Yet the pain I feel, he says is all in my head Just imaginary duress made up, welfare daydreams to avoid having to work He says, we love to sit around, holding out a cup Kicking our feet up, so they don’t get stepped on I tell you the sleepy-eyed truth ... We black folk been mass hallucinating a long time: we been seeing walking white sheets, and voodoo burning crosses that creep Ghostly lynchings we peep in our sleep We dreamed of being shipped to plantation ghettos like sardines packed We dreamed of going to prison for life for committing the crime of being black Maybe one day we’ll wake up ... Imagine that!
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