Sister Self

The pole isn't growing in my black solid sky, solid sky
And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back
But in morning slumber, I gripped the slender palm of my hand
And I felt the soft of my flesh and I stared into my sister self
And we was running, running, running
We was climbing, we was fighting
We was breathing fast, praying please
We were singing, we were dancing
We were clapping, singing, dancing, clapping
We were returning to the hills
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
Returning to the hills
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
But I've got to hold my own hand
I've got to hold my own hand
And this is my skin I feel
And these are the teeth that I clench
And the hazel of my sight
Plus the colors she wears is mine
O that color she's wearing is mine
And we was running, running, running
We was climbing, we was fighting
We was breathing fast, praying please
We were singing, we was dancing
We was clapping, singing, dancing, clapping
We were returning to the hills
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
We were returning to the hills
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells