my backyard

in my backyard
green grass grows
and flowers bloom in the spring
            and little black girls sing
            freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
tip toe to full blown
the minds eye wanders
to places unknown
             and little black girls sing
            freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
fluffy dandelions blow
linger in the air…
then fall like snow
            and little black girls sing
            freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
weeds sprout year round
golden strands sway               like hips
to a moroccan drum sound
            and little black girls sing
            freedom ring…freedom ring…ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
long thorns shoot
from berry bushes       closing in
with poison at the root
            and little black girls sing
            freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
stretching tall i stand
in search of the promise land
i peek through cracks/stare through holes
beyond the fence where nobody knows                       i exist
            and little black girls sing
            freedom ring…freedom ring…

in my backyard
peaks the sun
after five nights of pouring rain
the day anew begun
and little black girls sing…