She looked rather cute, Lily
She came from Somalia, Lily
in a ship full of immigrants
who all came willingly
to sweep the streets of Paris.
She thought we were all equal, Lily,
in Voltaire and Hugo's country, Lily,
yet on Debussy's keyboard still
white keys outnumber black ones1,
that's quite a difference.
She loved freedom so much, Lily,
she dreamed of brotherhood, Lily,
a hotel clerk in Secrétan street
made it clear to her that coloured people
were not welcome here.
She hauled crates, Lily,
she did all the dirty works, Lily,
she barks to sell her cauliflowers
while in the street her coloured brothers
accompany her on their jackhammers.
And when they called her Snow White, Lily,
she did not fall for the old trick, Lily,
she found it quite amusing,
though she had to grit her teeth,
she would not give them the satisfaction.
She met a handsome blond guy, Lily,
who would gladly have married her, Lily,
but the in-laws-to-be said "we are
anything but racist, still
that kind does not belong here".
She had a go at America, Lily,
this great democratic country, Lily,
she had to see with her own eyes
that the color of despair
was black even there.
Now in a meeting in Memphis, Lily,
she met Angela Davis, Lily,
who said "come, little sister
together we are less frightened.
of the wolves circling the trapper2".
So it is to soothe her fear, Lily,
that she too raises an angry fist, Lily,
among all these crackpots
who burn to the ground
these white-only busses.
Still, amidst your daily strife, Lily,
you will meet a good man, Lily,
and the child who will be born someday
will be the color of love
that nothing can reach.
She looked rather cute, Lily
She came from Somalia, Lily
in a ship full of immigrants
who all came willingly
to sweep the streets of Paris.
1. lit. "you need two quarter notes to make a half note". Quarter notes are called "black" and half notes "white" in French2. I find the metaphor rather strange, picturing the victims as hunters and the oppressors as wolves