My educated son

Happiness fills me My son now returns The plane now lands While I wait.

Passengers come down My son comes down He and his friends My heart beats.

I love him I run to him With arms wide open Shouting his name.

But . . .

He doesn't hear!

He passes me by With his white friends!

Denying his mother!

I'm very old I'm a skinny woman I'm a dirty mother I'm not good enough.

He walks away I hurst into tears Crying, crying and crying Calling his name.

He is educated He lives a foreign life He denies his mother His own mother.