Grand Ma's Words

I yearn to go back to my roots Where I'd not buy fruits There my lifestyles were not this loose Today I wear bare backs, but for what use? Grandma told something one night She said,"yo' grandpa was involved in a fight Him and some man scrambling for me, right? Bodies then were abominable for public sight Then I was twenty eight We never bothered to look light Or paint our faces to look like whites."