The table
There was our table
It held many secrets
Mama fed us there
Papa ate his food there
Brother did his work there
And I fed my greens to paddy our dog there
The table held many secrets
Because it was there
I cried there
Mama yelled there
Papa lied there
Brother smoked there
There was our table
It held most secrets
Papa said La`triche there
Brother said weed there
Mama said Nigga there
I said nothing there
Because it was there
And the table held many secrets
I didn't want it to have mine
Papa left the table there
Mama died there
Brother disappeared there
And I stayed there
Because there was home
And there the table with many secrets stayed