I feels sad tonight.
That's lonely human, right?
I feels like I wishes I'd had the children
I had on the night I wasn't sad.
A night I can no wrongly remember,
but a beautiful night with a fool's
moon and dancing. The men
cut sugar-cane and the children.
See how they touch my need.
How they raid my hair.
One has a special name for me,
He calls me Moma,
You pronouce it like in the Spanking.
How they want me there.