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Poetry: Themselves
Posted on Saturday, August 05 @ 23:42:42 EDT by admin |
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By Akilah Riley
Truth be told Many of us sellin our soul In moments Dressed up in condiments To savour the flavour of the disguise So we could swallow the lies That we feed ourselves About ourselves And so we present ourselves Wearin masks of themselves Yeah u heard me "themselves" Themselves are the selves that u tryin to be Everytime u say that u find that u too heavy Is dem self tell yuh that yuh need to be a size three Or four Either or You still a liar Cus u know that u would prefer to eat that slice of pizza Or that las piece of macaroni pie But is dem self have u wrapped up in their lie
Truth be told Many of us sellin our soul Everytime we say "U see me I is a black man that only like red skin woman" Or me, me eh want no hard head black man I want a soft head chile A light skin chile Cus I so shallow and dumb I can't figure out that when I say that, I practisin racism Against my own In a society created by themselves Yeah u heard me, "themselves" Is dem self who does advertise skin lightener And is dem self who tell yuh that yuh need relaxer And for those of you who didn't pick up on the blatant deceit Jus know that is dem self who tell yuh yuh could only wear dreadlocks if it neat
Truth be told Many of us selling our soul With the Queen's English Laughin at those who can't speak it Because their ancestors were forced to merge it With their own native tongue For your information Yuh see we does call that creolisation But u wouldn't know that Cus u too busy laughin at The " I does" , the "dem is' and the ‘ent' That we does hear every time we own people make a comment On the 7 o ‘clock news But is YOU who confuse not dem Cus dey livin to please deyself And not THEMSELVES U remember THEMSELVES?? Who make sure yuh know it was "He, she or it is" and that "I" came before "am" But yet still "U" will never come before "Dem" as yuh fail every English exam And I hope yuh realize that is dem self keeping yuh back from getting out of the education system Cus though yuh bright and scorin high in Spanish, maths and social Somehow yuh cyar learn colonial
Truth be told It have some of us sellin our soul If it is yuh only pretendin yuh want change and revolution But if I were to take yuh seriously and make that happen You would be the first man to run Cus u dam well know you is a faker who love everything bout this system Now I see you and all comin to get poetic And perform music with hard lyrics Just to entertain me Just to mamaguy me Performin in yuh Che Guevara jersey And yuh still eh know the man nationality Kill yuh dead Che was a Cuban Get out ah here yes man Go by yuhself Actually go a lil further Go by "themselves" Imagine is dem self actually figure out a way to sell you the revolution See dey does advertise it And den glamorize it While you only fantasizing bout it Till yuh sick with infatuation That though yuh lyrics hard, yuh still in the same position Cus is dem self creatin this world for u Where u cant even fight for what is true See you stuck the belief That is we head alone that yuh does tief But open yuh eyes for once Cus when u busy tryin to front U givin dem self exactly wha dey want
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Re: Themselves (Score: 1) by VIRTU (ABBYSINIA@HOTMAIL.COM) on Wednesday, August 08 @ 05:00:01 EDT (User Info | Send a Message) | I & I Give thanks for posting this poem, your poem is (Asasabe) it makes me think about my life as Ifrican woman, i had locked my hair before, the pressure from every direction made me cut it off, I regret don dat so i grew it back. but yes it was because they were not neet enough, everything you said is so relevent to my heart and my expirences as a ifrican woman, your peom gives me hope that there still somebody with a right mind out there. Some days i feel like everybody have bleached thier heart, not just thier faces. The ignorance i have to deal with coming from my owen people is furstrating. Asasabe means something that makes you think. i don't know any fancy words to transilate it better. |
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