A night in my childhood was spent in the
shadows of the winds.
Shadows were long that night and
seemed to never end.
I can't see
they teased me
I hear myself screaming and
they teased me
I couldn't hear
What do you want?
I whispered
What can you give?
they asked and laughed
Try Thinking
Try Spitting
They roared in my face
I spat and
they sprayed it back on my face
Hate
they sang
Will make you strong and fair
Sometime late and deep in to darkness
they whistled me to sleep with
a warm blanket of tropical breeze.
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