A poem
Just sittin’ on the roof, washing my underwear in a bucket.
These days life got me feeling whiter than if I came from Nantucket.
Like a Supreme Court Justice, I stand out for being fair,
But we still eatin’ chebu jën together because terangas in the air.
Come with your host brother and your mother to the grand marché,
Cuz’ bitches tryna give me shit like it’s my damn birthday.
Well, tuey nangi ataya, bring your mint to the front deck,
Americans got 99 problems but here all we know is jáam rek.
We can do the necessary tasks so the surface so it is brought back to original form, as if it was built that same week.Daniel S
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