The First Worry
There once was a black woman carrying her worries
“Oh, my back so hurt! My back so tired!
My worries so big! My worries so hurt!”
A black man came by and admired her strength
“You carry that thing so nice and ready
You the answer I say, and the answer is steady”
She say, “Please brother daddy help me, for the answer is heavy”
He pull a patch of her hair out and since she carryin’ the worries
She don’t do nothing
He walks away
“Oh my back so hurt! My back so tired!
My worries so big! My worries so hurt!”
A white woman came by and admired her worries
“Your worries are so large and sharp
They cut through your back!
Mine feel like feathers, please tell me what I lack”
She say, “Please miss lady, take some of it off, I can’t feel my hands but I feels they gone soft”
The white lady takes her nipple off of her breast and since she carryin’ her worries
She don’t do nothing
She walks away
“Oh my back so hurt! My back so tired!
My worries so big! My worries so hurt!”
A white man came by and admired her body
“So bent and black, yes that is what you be
You black bastard but in a woman form, helpful to me”
She say, “Please mister man, don’t bother me, I ain’t bothering nobody, I as worried as can be”
He spits on her and since she carryin’ her worries
She don’t do nothing
He walks away
“Oh my back so hurt! My back so tired!
My worries so big! My worries so hurt!”
An old black lady came by and scolded her
“Girl who taught you to hold, you ain’t doin’ it right
You gotta hold it high and you best hold on tight!
You scream real loud so the people can hear
You scream too little and you’ll die alone out here!”
She say, “Yes sister mama, I hold it up good, I’ll do it just like you doin’ it, just as I should.”
The old black lady takes a few worries from her back and hobbles on screaming
“Oh my back so hurt! My back so tired!
My worries so big! My worries so hurt!”
A little black girl comes by
Not a worry in sight
She tells the woman, “Take it off and then you’ll be alright”
The black woman laughed and she cackled so loud
“You so stupid little girl, and you sure is too proud
You walk round here all straight backed and tall
You think that’ll last, you think you won’t fall?
You think I picked this up, and just choose to break my bones?
You think I like the spit or the sex or the stones?
I oughta knock you down for such a silly thought
Here’s your first worry, let’s see what you got.”
