That A Little Child Will

Anytime You See White Men Suppose To Fight Each Other An You Not White, Well You Know You Got Trouble, Because They Blah-blah Loud About Democrat Or Republican An They Huffing An Puff About Democracy Someplace Else But Relentless, See, The Deal Come Down Evil On Somebody Don Have No Shirt An Tie, Somebody Don Live In No Whiteman House No Whiteman Country.

To Rescue Our Children We Will Have To Let Them Save Us From The Power We Embody: We Will Have To Trust The Very Difference That They Forever Personify.

Language Is Political. That's Why You And Me, My Brother And Sister, That's Why We Supposed To Choke Our Natural Self Into The Weird, Lying, Barbarous, Unreal, White Speech And Writing Habits That The Schools Lay Down Like Holy Law.

And Who Will Join This Standing Up And The Ones Who Stood Without Sweet Company Will Sing And Sing Back Into The Mountains And If Necessary Even Under The Sea: We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For.

Like A Lot Of Black Women, I Have Always Had To Invent The Power My Freedom Requires.