Ingrid D. Johnson - Runnaway To America

I want to run
Run away to America
Where fashion is always Changing
Where everything BIG is always happening
And some beautiful black men
Still treat beautiful black women like Queens

I want to run
Run away to America
Where dreams have the possibility of coming true
In the form of opportunities
Available for those of us who choose
Some days, Some days
I really want to
Run, run away to America
And leave Conservative North America behind
In exchange for New York City
A brown stone apartment and
A spot at Club 13 in Greenwich Village
Sharing my poetry with a live audience
Each and every night

Sometimes, Sometimes
I really want to run
Runaway to America
And embrace the music
That creeps up on the inside
Of the souls of
Overcrowded Manhattan streets
From Radio Disc Jockeys
Like Angie Martinez at HOT 97
Where they're always spinning the baddest new BEATS
To the sound of basketballs dribbling
And b-ball playas shifting, shifting their feet
As they shoot high off teetering rims
At Madison Square Garden for millions of fans screaming
As I keep on dreaming

That some day, someday
I would really love to
Run, run away to America
Where Black, White and Puerto Rican men
Aren't afraid to step
To a strong, sexy, independent, Black sistah like me
Aren't afraid to lay down
Their pride and spit a few lines
In order to let me know
That they're really interested
In where I'm coming from,
And how deep they're willing to go
To meet me there

That's why some days, some days
I really want to run
Run away to America
Where I can finally start living out my dreams where
My aspirations can finally grow wings
And my poetic talent can spread like weeds

As I slam dunk my way into
An international book deal
And explore the impossible
Now being made possible
Instead of the illusion of a pipe dream
Lost on a hundred deaf ears
Over here in Canada
My home and Native land
Where my plans for the future
Never seem to come true
Although I really do love Canada
And the certain privileges it provides
But I still can't help feeling as though
I am only living half alive

Until I run
Run away to America
Where Kwanzaa
And Black history month
Really do come alive

Written by:
Ingrid Delreitha Johnson, Sunil Bector

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