Oh woe, the brown girl said. I’ve got nothing left to give. My breath run thin, my heart turned cold. My light fled south to the depths of Hades, where even the brightest star has turned its back on me, smothered in the blackness of my plight, my struggle, my pain.
Oh leave me be. I’ve got nothing left to give. Sucked dry of my milk, my laugh, my hope; you look at me with expectation that I should give you the rest. But I’ve already told you. I ain’t got nothin’ left.
Here I die beneath the hot salty sands of another world. No heaven for me. I was too much the fool to get on that boat. Gave my seat to another thinking he was best than me. Ride high the clouds yonder across the red sea to a reality, much better than this. But no not for me. I don’t deserve nothin’ good. This girl stands here alone.
Oh woe, the brown girl said as she trudged downstairs. Her sad face no worry to those ahead. And you have the nerve to look down from your bright white cloud and ask me for milk and bread. I’ve got nothing left to give, unless you prefer to stead in the wallow of my misery. Where no light shines bright, no smile lives free, just the rivers of those who’ve bled mixed in with my own.
Don’t look at me. Just go.