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*Haiku and renga are siblings. Where the haiku ends and leaves more to wonder, a renga mystifies even more. A renga continues on from the haiku and goes 5-7-5 then 7-7. Normally it is a game almost, played with 3 or more, yet I wrote this renga alone. Natives, come from around the globe, each person is native somewhere, yet most cultures do not belong in a certain place. This is a story of one such person*

Lawd, on summer day
Our skin is colored dark brown
And we praise still Lawd

We are bound deep in hatred
We were bound deep in freedom

Motherland, I weep
Shackled, chained I try to sleep
Brothers beside me

Between continent and sea
on boat of wood, steal and blood

The night mirrors me
Are we not black and alike?
Do they shun the night?

White man, enslave the dark moon,
Blind thine eyes at dark and night

Are you not afraid?
Infected by those rations,
The truth is hidden

Nation of freedom and peace
They enslave mother and I

Once proud walking straight
My fate cast by fellow man
White man, Are you God?

Toil and fall; my given life,
Brothers and sisters lay dead

Dead within and out,
Soul constricted by white man
Man on man like dogs

Niggers, used like animals,
When, oh When shall I be free

Lawds of Lawds I pray;
before the sun sets on me
wash me of my sins

I will return to Africa
I will return to my home

I hope and I wish;
I will not die in white land,
or die as a slave

The jungle veiles my slumber
It calls my name; Son, come home

I'm a tired man
Cotton , gin; the devils fruits,
I work field no more

My soul rests, My days counted.
I will return home; I WILL.

*There are no typo's in this piece. The words are as I want them. boat of wood, stEAl and blood, is a reference to it. If this offends anyone I am sorry, but your anger will not doubt me in the honesty of this piece. This is the first native piece I have written. Others will follow.*

*Last native's words: I have dreamt of sugar and spice, I have dreamed of everything but my home. For I will never return, I cannot return. My soul is spent, my arms are bent, and now I shall return to what I was. Nothing more, and nothing less."


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Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!


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