Dear Ms. Simone,
You were right,
Deep in your melody,
The truth found its way to me,
Just in time to set me free.
She tell me say nah me dem go kill first, nah me dem go sell first. My papa Him no get land, nah Oyibo man own am. My mama no get name, my papa own am.
Deep in your melodies, I find the truth, your pain reminds me of mine. Black girl, Black
Wo(mn)
We share the same skin
The same story
In just as much as it is a tragedy,
Ms. Simone, this tale
Is as glorious,
Just like you said it would be