Another way of dying

They took our pastures of greener grass in exchange for bibles Evictng us from our homes Leaving us to wander Pass our seas and into boats that can barely manage the breeze We wander in the wind Where to land where to fit in How to disguise the fact that we came from the ... We put our tongues on pause While we worm our way into small spaces We dress like them We paint our smiles with Mac brushes just like them We walk like them We even eat like them Neglecting our fufu for fries And so we swollow the African pride like it's something poisonous Not knowing that holding our breaths Forbidding the escape of our accents from our own mouths Was another way of Dying Slowly ...