Petit bourgeois hipster listens to the Wailers
in a huff he sharpens the small axe a symbol
constant in reminder of his love of reggae
noxious little man grinds the blade over a stone
in his mind he defends ancestral peoples
cargo from Africa from violence and harm
Cream-colored unlike boys darker than black coffee
ridiculed as a child for his skin tone he felt
empathy from his dad mom sister and brother
although cousins poked fun at him they respected
mother father sister brother uncles aunties cousins
yet a young man learns hard lessons from his family
Count on nobody else to help fulfill your dreams
on American soil nobody cares a hoot
for the barefooted man on the street in winter
for they know he is mad lost his mind in the snow
even if they have cash they distrust their instincts
enter into a pact to save the homeless man
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