Tribute To the Tenement Documentary
Tribute to “The Tenement” Documentary
All I know is fix’ n
Sweep’n and mopp’n
Wash’n
And dust’n
I reckon, I’m the only one doing work around here
I must raise ‘m up right
Even in this South side of Chicago slum
Late afternoon children play house
Others wheel tires down the sidewalk
Daddy’s ears are good for trouble
Mama ain’t have’n’ it
Say grace
Make everything alright
Mama is all we’ve got
Never be ashamed to come to mama
With your aching heart
Momma ain’t scared of noth’n’ , now
Aint noth’n she don’t know ‘bout
But she’d rather die than let you run wild
Mama want us to keep our minds occupied
The tv is our entertainment
Our getaway from our lives
Sit at the front porch
See what neighbors ‘bout
Routine and pattern bore them out
Radios and record players blazing late at night
People hoot’n and hollerin’
However they like
I’m on my bed twist’n and turn’n
Can’t sleep with the noise
I came here to do better
The TV world is a fantasy world
Better off in rural south
I live in a Chicago slum
Children go to school with empty stomachs and dry mouths
Government help us chil’ren and mamas out
When the men are no where to be found
I’ve got hopes
I’ll move along
God, let your will be done
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
09/24/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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