Brown Clay Mother

im from where the sun shines like the mouth of a hurricane

where the devil touched down his devilish cane and

made thunder set loose pain in unseen parts

i aint here to love like so many have  known love to be given

tossed and torn apart

god

aint seen nothing like me befo

aint make me in his magic little factory

he bound to rain down on all my children

cuz i sound brown

cuz i am brown

he looks upon me and frowns

now aint that godly

aint that the godliest thing

to know all and be all

except whatchu aint create