| Author: | Oumar Coulibaly | ISBN: | 9781514485309 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | April 22, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Oumar Coulibaly |
| ISBN: | 9781514485309 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | April 22, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man A porter in their Manhattan Ville Who had utterances such as Slave, gay, and thief Hollered on my soul By many my exes, coworkers The day I was hired I have noticed tears Tears trickling down their frantic peeks I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man Who had lost the prospect to grow The filthy rainbow of dirty words They whispered at every ear Had cold me stone by their heavenly doors I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man Who was treated as a second-class citizen Early day, I left home for work I have shine good floors of the annex Cut low and even weeds around the building Collected proudly trashes for a decade But many hallucinated To bury my life as an African slave To Miss Theressa Todman, I rose my voice I was intimidated and humiliated With the passive ordnance of Mister Falcon In a secret office of their massive HR I too I was once a Columbian
I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man A porter in their Manhattan Ville Who had utterances such as Slave, gay, and thief Hollered on my soul By many my exes, coworkers The day I was hired I have noticed tears Tears trickling down their frantic peeks I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man Who had lost the prospect to grow The filthy rainbow of dirty words They whispered at every ear Had cold me stone by their heavenly doors I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man Who was treated as a second-class citizen Early day, I left home for work I have shine good floors of the annex Cut low and even weeds around the building Collected proudly trashes for a decade But many hallucinated To bury my life as an African slave To Miss Theressa Todman, I rose my voice I was intimidated and humiliated With the passive ordnance of Mister Falcon In a secret office of their massive HR I too I was once a Columbian
