I know how to abase, I know how
to abound. How to press my big toe
aground and bite my tongue.
I taste my own salt blood
and remind myself I am still alive
and there is hope while there is life.
I knot up my belongings in my bundle;
you send and say is not my time yet.
I loosen the knot and I wait.
I calculate the silver money I save up
in a shutpan I bury underground
till the day my day of freedom come.
And every day I bend down and draw
in the dirt, O Jesus, I draw a straight
line that lead to freedom come.
I draw my own house with a front door.
I forge my lock and key. I turn the key.
I lock me inside until such time as I leave.