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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Thursday 5 December 2013

I's free

I's free,
I's finally free
I's free to be a nigga.
I's free to sag my pants,
I's free to wear my chain,
I's free to live in vain,
despite the invisible chain
holding back my reign;
I's free..

Black for disaster
black for evil,
black for poverty,
black for outcasts,
black I's face.
black I's race,
colour me a disgrace,
but I'm filled with his grace.

I's free to trek round in circles struggling for a revolution,
following black propaganda told in old black tales-
yet our black trails should entail and detail the need for change.
Where's the light to torch the way on this dark path?
When's the white 'knight' going to save us from our black drama?

So many lynched and villages pillaged,
so many naive and deceived by HD references,
so many times we've been robbed of privileges.
Our minds are fearful, our hearts our hopeless,
our spirits are weak we only strive for existence.
How much further can we tarnish our own bravado?
Hasn't the world vandalised it long enough?

I's free,
I's finally free
I's free to be a nigga.
I's free to sag my pants,
I's free to wear my chain,
I's free to live in vain,
despite the invisible chain
holding back my reign;
I's free..

I's free to rely on repentance,
for they say I am of a cursed race,
Yet I did not shame Noah,
I did not eat the fruit,
I did not bash stone unto Abel,
neither did I sin in Gomorrah,
nor oppress fellow man like pharaoh
Maybe my sins amass to those above,
maybe I'm a mirror image of sin,
so I must repent for what has been,
and what is being, and what will be.

Much is of mystery about this human race,
but thus far it has reached an awful place.
They say it started from nothing; "darkness;",
then a lustrous light went bang! It was let to 'be...'
Ayeh, is this how life was meant to be?
Where's happy in independence?


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