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T-Neg
On etait punis pour parler en francais but we spoke French on the playground anyway
Roosevelt decreed that we would all be les Americains One nation in English not in Cajun French or Mexican
So Poppa sent me said "public school, it's free learn to read and write 'Cause T-Neg don't be no Cajun farmer like me who cuss and fight on a Saturday night"
She whipped me 'til I could pray in their damn anglais and read and write I said, 'Miz Breaux tu parles Cadjin exactement comme moi' she said, 'You're right' but I quit, I won't be no low-class coonass farmer's daughter serving up the rice and gravy And I'll be married soon as I can to some black-boot Houston oil man I pray Now get out of my way
And, T-Neg, if that's your name to me that's such a shame And it ain't no uptown girl who's gonna marry you, T-Neg'
The coloreds and the white tenant farming side by side on hands and knees We all lived right next door ten, twelve children maybe more Us Catholics breed
Until I went to school most people that I knew were coffee-colored brown We'd have fell apart if we'd moved to town in fear and hate we'd put each other down Better stay out of town
And T-Neg, that's my name to me it ain't no shame And it ain't no uptown girl who married ol' T-Neg Je m'appelle T-Neg ca veut dire 'little friend' Et toi, t'es mon neg' ca veut dire 'my dear' pour toujours ma negress |
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