We came together and we fought
yet we smile at ourselves with tears —
ev'n as whirlpools of water. they
said freedom 's a kind of prison
and I know, we are born for'ver.
we were born together and we
were Black as the coal, ev'n as the night;
the skin of the night 's what we wear.
we had a dream, 'n' a pain within;
we had this love, 'n' the hate within.
yet we could live since we couldn't die
and we made war as we made peace,
and we froze images as sweet
mem'ries, we were two of a kind;
that I need you, and you need me.
so we blissfully kill ourselves
and marry ourselves, because the string
is thinner than an unseen trench:
the chord, the love, ev'n the hatred;
for I can't live without you, so
are you and it is not unwell.
we could be of a mother, yet
my tongue is gibberish to you
so 's yours a beautiful nonsense —
cos' we're different, and I am me
because you are you, oh Black Fellow.
"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo