my backyard

in my backyard

green grass grows

and flowers bloom in the spring

and little black girls sing

freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard

tip toe to full blown

the minds eye wanders

to places unknown

and little black girls sing

freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard

fluffy dandelions blow

linger in the air…

then fall like snow

and little black girls sing

freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard

weeds sprout year ’round

golden strands sway                like hips

to a moroccan drum sound

and little black girls sing

freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard

long thorns shoot   

from berry bushes closing in

with poison at the root

and little black girls sing

freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard

stretching tall i stand

in search of the promise land

i peek through cracks/stare through holes

beyond the fence where nobody knows              i exist

and little black girls sing

freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard

peaks the sun

after five nights of pouring rain

the day anew begun

and little black girls sing…

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