Monday, May 16, 2011
and you a woman who will make me try
and i try i try i try i try and i try
to be a man for a miia when we lie
late at night side by side but in between there's a baby cry
and he the apple and the pear in his parents' eyes
oh miia oh miia i hope you see you a woman you a woman to me
you the woman you the woman you the woman for me
when we dance when we dance in the living room
and we step then glide in a small circle
and we kiss and we touch and we no longer there
we dance all across a small city
and we dance and we touch across a small province
and i call and i say your name miia and you hear it all across
the big country
miia lover miia warrior when i in your eyes
you a ama when you in my eyes when you laugh or you sweep
or you sigh or you sing you my aphrodite and miia slave for you
miia fighter for you miia spy for you miia scribe for you
miia man o when i in your eye miia man o who make you sigh
and even if the baby cry
and we soothe him long just to get him lie
and now we both tired
miia gonna dance with you all across this small world
going in circles with you it all i really wanna do
is be a man for you 'cause miia miia miia man for you and
you a you a you a
woman for me
I don't believe this poem was written by the same man who had written the one previous, the one just before. From Kellog's to Conch.
You should write more in patois?,
"Wha' gwan?" - I say, could you keep me abridged of current events, Dear Fellow?
But, I digress. What a beautiful poem!
Thanks Ivan! Twas a happy day indeed - got me some breakfast in bed, including chocolate cake.