PS I am a bit sad because
my uncle Sam Hampton just died
he used to be among my protectors.
His son Paul also used to protect me.

My (good uncle) Sam
used to call me a 'smoocher'
which I treasured inside my heart.
He would say
I know what you want you lil smoocher
because I would wriggle up next to him to
get a cuddle.
When I would have the swamp of snakes dream
always the kooris(aboriginals) would
get me out of harms way.

just reminiscing I wish my skin were black too.
I have a koori heart.
and I am protected now. I wish we
were able to bash our victimizers
Im sure my good uncle Sam would for me if he
could. I havent had the bashing those ratbags dream
for a long time, maybe tonight.
PS my good thoughts don't go to the ratbags.IRL