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I.M.U.R.WE I was you once, Fearful, small and needing And the later laughing child Full of fun and boundless vigor I am the old black woman Worrying if the food is enough Or the rich man wondering if he�s Made a statement or only money I am the wretch Who�s felt the lash or boot And I have also worn that boot In my ugly days I�ve stolen, too And hurt and killed And shown no mercy nor the Barest hint of kindness for I Can be so good at being bad But I am beautiful, as well, And so homely no one bears to look But I have built the greatest cities And solved the problems of the age Though sometimes I did nothing at all I�ve starved to death And died of gluttony Yesterday I was you And someone else tomorrow I�m getting smarter, too From early times and dumb as mud And through confusing years of those Who�d weave a trap with lies or guile To leave me less than once before And now the age is closing fast The chapters of the angry child But I am born again in brightness Finally the loving creature Worthy of the dawn |