I wish my mom would be here,
And I would be breaking curfew,
And gulping the drunken air
Of black neighbourhoods and the Flats.
Applying forbidden lipstick
And dating Puerto-Ricans,
But still getting "A's" in school.
And won't be there ocean,
And won't be there forest,
Ten thousand kilometers
That's making that good of daughter
Who lives all her life alone
Obeying the rules of kingdom,
Where nobody will care
What color or dress or lipstick
She'll choose...