It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
All Star Parody – Phillis Wheatley
Verse 1
Somebody once told me I would be a slave,
For the rest of my life.
Back then I didn’t know English, so I couldn’t distinguish,
If he was talking in Zyphe?
Well, I met my owners and they were very courteous
They even taught me some good English.
I quickly mastered that, seemed like a week
I went on to Latin and Greek
So much to read. So much to write.
So, why not start with some poems?
You never know if you don’t try.
I’ll try to take to the sky.
Chorus
Hey now, I’m Phillis Wheatley, I’m a poet, yeah hey.
Hey now, I was taken from Africa, on a slave boat, age 8.
How can I rise up,
And become the first African-American poet in the world
Verse 2
Scholars gave me a standing ovation, for translating a story from Ovid
Put my poems in a book, I did!
Wrote about many things with
ancient history, trains, and greek myths
Wrote one on, coming from africa,
Others in the public’s eye, look in britannica
Poems started getting fame, all over the world
Living (in my)x3 dreamworld
Chorus
Hey now, I’m Phillis Wheatley, I’m a poet, yeah hey.
Hey now, I was taken from Africa, on a slave boat, age 8.
How can I rise up,
And become the first African-American poet in the world
Chorus
Hey now, I’m Phillis Wheatley, I’m a poet, yeah hey.
Hey now, I was taken from Africa, on a slave boat, age 8.
How can I rise up,
And become the first African-American poet in the world
Verse 3
George Washington once asked if I could come to Cambridge,
After I wrote about him
I said yep, what an event
I’ll get to meet the president
What an honor, who’d say nooooo
Well, after that, I went to london,
To promote all my poems, everyone loved um
When I got back, there was a tragedy (my owners died)
And I was freed from slavery
I married a guy named John
But soon, he was gone
He left me without property
I died in poverty.
Chorus
Hey now, I’m Phillis Wheatley, I’m a poet, yeah hey.
Hey now, I was taken from Africa, on a slave boat, age 8.
How can I rise up,
And become the first African-American poet in the world
How can I rise up,
And become the first African-American poet in the world