They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
......
They are slaves who fear to speak,
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose,
Hatred, scoffing and abuse;
Rather than in silence shrink,
From the truth their needs must think;
They are slaves who dare not be,
In the right with two or three.
you think the world has changed
slavery still exists today
even harriet tubman would be phased
racism gives you blurred vision
dividing lines, indecision
we want justice to be served
not the topic to be swerved
censoring the truth
to protect greater "good"
meanwhile people are being killed in the hood
......
Upon the Rivers my eyes cried out
Never did i think I'd feel this way
Stream of warm water tore about
All ever I wanted was to free my day
Oh, it coming back to me now
how I dug my grave
Straws, twigs and hays lacing it down
Just to lie on it just the same
Oh, how I envy birds luck
With their innate freedom
......
Do you think your colors matter?
My beautiful shades do not matter
Because my natural color is human
And I am a being created in the image
Of the Almighty God. I am like a page
With a rainbow in his heart. I am a man
Who’s proud to be who he is. Color is not
Important for me. I am interested in knowing
You as a person, if you’re kind because I have a lot
To share with you: my life experiences travelling
......
Upon the Rivers my eyes cried out
Never did i think I'd feel this way
Stream of warm water tore about
All ever I wanted was to free my day
Oh, it coming back to me now
how I dug my grave
Straws, twigs and hays lacing it down
Just to lie on it just the same
Oh, how I envy birds luck
With their innate freedom
......
Do you think your colors matter?
My beautiful shades do not matter
Because my natural color is human
And I am a being created in the image
Of the Almighty God. I am like a page
With a rainbow in his heart. I am a man
Who’s proud to be who he is. Color is not
Important for me. I am interested in knowing
You as a person, if you’re kind because I have a lot
To share with you: my life experiences travelling
......
They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
......
you think the world has changed
slavery still exists today
even harriet tubman would be phased
racism gives you blurred vision
dividing lines, indecision
we want justice to be served
not the topic to be swerved
censoring the truth
to protect greater "good"
meanwhile people are being killed in the hood
......
They are slaves who fear to speak,
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose,
Hatred, scoffing and abuse;
Rather than in silence shrink,
From the truth their needs must think;
They are slaves who dare not be,
In the right with two or three.