Classes and Castes
Having lied about our skin,
her parents called me a monster,
an African savage where my teeth sounded
against the Amazon's moon.
I love her, yes sir! as a running slave,
and I speak Creole and I speak African too
why the parents refuse to see the truth
where we came from?
Along the River of Coppename I wrote
my destiny which flows, detailing of my despairs,
through the waves.
Once day, now I have seen it
in the night of Sipaliwini, I'll steal her and I'll run,
and I'll run to the Southern Mountains.
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