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.