Poem -
Bushman
I left my jungle
And now I'm told
I'm not tall enough
While her love grows cold
From where dark gets night
And fear builds castles
I skipped across Seas
Without much hassles
Only to be asked
Where is your money
Only to be told
Bee's work for honey
But where I come from
Thick bush keeps no light
So bee's no lessons
I do as I fight
Vain for a black beard
Weird for seeing hope
A walk like the rich
No fears for the slope
A casual sit there
In a Mac Donald's
Made way for Holland
Or victory battles
I disappoint you
But my walk is true
Love is what I do
Still a bushman too
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Comments
Susan Hill...smile...I am a native American from both sides of my family tree...my Mother's Mother's Father was the Uncle of my Dad's Father...Who were Son's of the Indian Chief sent to Bermuda as slaves from the Pequot Indian Nation...smile...my beard is black mixed with gray that i sometimes use mascara to keep black when the dye runs out...smile...my friends call me Pirate...smile...nj