 my search for help outside our wisdom drink tears of suffering souls wash away the dreams of children and complain about this world we are the world we are the world we are the world aren't we voices of the underground coming in the rebound I come from a mother that's anchored in water she gives me mangoes sour soap and popo a mother with ground provisions and greens on twin peaks she elevates our vision and dreams a mother who has birthed a booyah of cultures