Bryan Joe: Too Cute To Be A Slave

TOO CUTE BE A SLAVE

➡Guns don’t hurt me no more
Whips are now like tassels
They caress my broken skin
It’s dark in this inn

➡A brother lay beside me
He is Kenyan, I can tell
But is he breathing?
That doesn’t seem to have meaning

➡He tilts and sits up
The chains on his wrists rattle
He is too cute for a slave
Nor a beggar,  nor a knave

➡He looks me in the eye
The silence is golden but dusty
Finally he moans
“we are going home”.