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I Don't Want My Child To Hear That
Tonya Pinkins
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I don't want my child to hear that
(Now, I say this with due respect)
Negroes stealin' white folks' statue
(They gotta stop lookin' for martyrdom)
We are asking (blow these bastards to kingdom come)
For disaster (like the Wobblies used to do)
We'll be ruined 'fore this is over (tell these rednecks a thing or two)
Such a shonde!
Such a tsimmes!
Noah, look, here come the latkes
And golden may our blessings be
Just like these lovely latkes we -
I been waiting since the thirties
Selling goddamn hats for Macy's
Waiting for the revolution
For the fight against oppression
For the worker to take over
For the poor to rise in fury
Now the Negro leads the way
Comes at last the freedom day
But this martyr business is a ruse!
Hallelujah, here's the goose
Papa, look, we saved the pupik just for you
The pupik, Papa
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