Zywa
American Dream [1]
I dream myself in the sun
on Italian shoes, eyes
follow and admire me
That is what's missing, naturally
should have been there after years of toil:
being in my place, tired but satisfied
waking up in an easy life
(fish jump into my pan
the cotton is flowering
high in the summer)
I dream myself in America
Spotlights are waiting for me
They follow and admire me
where I come, in light halls
and clean streets smelling of
jasmine clouds and sweet men
who bow to my analysis
(I speak, light on my feet
with big, wise cat eyes
Thank you. I have made my mark.)
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