The city of pretty
A song on growing up with racism from the At the End of the Soul, Turn Right songbook.
My name is Sami
My mother’s white and milky
My father black like coffee
We live with my brother Raffi
In a city of pretty
A city of pretty
[Chorus] In the city of pretty
There’s the people of milky
And the people of coffee
There’s the people of honey
And then, there’s cinnamon, baby
Us kids mix up well, as I see
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
My name is Sami
My skin’s a brown so pretty
I have fun in the city
Drawing the friends of the Party
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
[Chorus] In the city of pretty
There’s the people of milky
And the people of coffee
There’s the people of honey
And then, there’s cinnamon, baby
Us teens mix up well, as I see
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
My name is Sami
Got a head of curls so lovely
I rode my bike in the city
Across the parade of the Party
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
[Chorus]In the city of pretty
There’s the people of milky
And the people of coffee
There’s the people of honey
And then, there’s cinnamon, baby
They don’t like us mixin’, as I see
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
My name is Sami
Now, my mother’s scared for me
With the people of the party
Calling for hegemony
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
In the city of pretty
There’s the people of milky
And the people of coffee
There’s the people of honey
And then, there’s cinnamon, baby
We’ll all be mixed one day, as I see
In the city of pretty
The city of pretty
Gimme a cuppa coffee, Charlie!
NB.: This song is dedicated to Samuel and Raphael,
two lovely boys with parents from 2 continents
living in Dresden, Germany
where unfortunately,
racism dwells happily
NNB.: If you enjoyed this song,
you might like At the End of the Soul, Turn right
here on Medium.
