Sad World
The world lingers by, one day at a time. My ancestral roots, Like a story of many. Dragged to the north Because of your heredity. The one dropp law, Followed so closely The one dropp law That made so many lonely. From dark skin to light, To high yellow and white, We appear to be like you, Our Creole blood, runs true It holds us to our identity. So few and so many, Torn away from our love, A love of a city. The smell of magnolias The red beans and rice, Cicadas in the trees And jazz music during... Sign in to see full entry.