Augustine

My father was a young man

my mother off the boat,

my eyes were fresh at 21,

bruised but still afloat

our heads have hit the pavement,

many times before,

you stroke his face to soothe him,

while knowing that there’s more

See, Augustine

Late have I loved and chose to see

Skin on his skin,

a warmth that I can feel with him.

And no one even told me

the way that you should feel

tell me did you lose your son? tell me did you lose your love?

Cry and burst my deafness, while Trayvon falls asleep.

The things that I would do to you

The things that I could do to you

See, Augustine

Late have I loved and chose to see

Skin on his skin,

a warmth that I can feel with him.

Nontetha,

we heard it all from you

Nontetha,

we waited here for you (x2)

Nontetha,

kushé-o aw di bodi

Nontetha,

aw di fambul dem?