I’ve been listening to a lot of old Calypso songs lately. This one really encapsulates my feelings as a child of the African Diaspora.
By Singing Sandra (2003)
From across the continent that some once described as dark
I feel a vibration, feel a rhythm, feel a spark
When my spirit is feeling low, this natural mystic lifts me so
Like a bongo or Orisha drum, deep in the Congo calling me, “Sandra, come!”
Makes me feel to dance!
Dance, dance, puts me in a trance!
I can’t control mih feet!
Can’t resist the beat!
I was scarred by their whip, I was tarred on their ship
I was used, I was wronged but that can’t keep me down
Though my face they may scorn, they crown me with thorns
I’m the root, I’m the rock, resolute like mih locs!
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