Tanzania

Below are the lyrics to Alli Roger’s song “Tanzania.”  You can check out her album and read other lyrics at her Website.  I’ve seen her play twice now and have been moved by this song.  Today it inspired me to be thinking towards a visual arts show/craft fair type thing that would feature work from both American mothers who are artists and Refugee mothers who are artists.  I hope soon to work toward a “micro-lending” program of sorts, helping some women create and sell their native crafts, art, etc. here to help them add to their income.  It would be a great way to work while they’re still learning English.  And this event would help showcase them, raise money for the program, and just be lots of fun.  I’m a gone-er now.  It’s all I could think about today.  If anyone’s friends with Alli Rogers, tell her she’s my hero. 

It’s eight hours later in Tanzania
When Jen lays down
Mary’s just opening her eyes
Her child’s feet land on the ground
and dirt scatters
And she feels left out in the open
always left out in the open
She says, “son, wear my shoes to school today”
He turns and smiles and walks away
and she thinks to herself…

Someday I will wake
where the earth is clean and safe
My children have a place to play
not here in Tanzania
And someday I will live
in a house that’s built by
hands that hold the world

It’s eight hours earlier in Chattanooga
Mary sits down and Jen’s just put the coffee on
Katie Couric is talking news and fashion
and Jen feels pushed into a corner
always pushed into a corner, she says
“Baby I know what girls at school are like”
And her daughter rides off on her bike
and Jen thinks to herself…

Someday I will wake
where my children get a break
And there are chances that they’ll take
not here in Chattanooga
Someday I will live
in a house that’s built by
hands that hold the world

Well it’s hard to be mother
and it’s hard to be a woman
and it’s hard to live in Africa sometimes
It’s hard to be mother
and it’s hard to be a woman
and it’s hard to live in America sometimes

But someday I will wake
in a body that won’t break
On ground that doesn’t shake, not here
And someday I will live
in a house that’s built by hands that hold the world

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1 Comment »

  1. Cbran said

    Wow! Beautiful lyrics! Thanks for sharing.

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