Like the mystic dance in June
Hip-hop music getting caught on my teeth
Bumping my head and smiling
It is good to be alive
Like three moons spinning in my eyes
That even in my darkest moment
I would never lose the path of righteousness
Like snow flakes dropping on my skin
Counting the gray on my head
That in America
I am a product of slavery
Like the passion of the wind
Sexy and fine
Reminding me the love in Kansas City
Sweeter than ebony
Lovelier than ivory
Like plucking a rose from my heart
Teaching me the legacy of love
Leaving behind a space
That neither time nor matter can comprehend
For in this life
I was born to live
And in living
I will surely find success.
Harry Omoregie
