Mama scolded me for gazing at the stars last night In this world of ours, dreams are things we are forbidden from, our only purpose perhaps Is to help others acheive theirs Little Nene kept raising her hands up high, Counting her prayers one after the other One; for baba landlord to stop sleeping with mama as our house rent When this happens, I think real Mama will come back With her grace, pride And immense love for the stars that glow the brightest That way we’ll watch them together again Two; for baba to safely return back home after being sold, To people who dealt in gallant warriors and those who made them tender- As softened cucumbers on a bent stalk Overgrown Rotten masculinity Three; for brother Ike to finally find a job after three years For the fine sand to delete his footprints from memory And the heat of the sun to come like the rest will, in some time To book appointments to shine on my brother Once in a fortnight would do And four; for us to be free from slavery Weakness Sunburns And all.