- Nov 5, 2004
- 303
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They seem to be closing in on me
with every breath i take. These, cemented
geometric shapes fit for an asylum, whiter than the
not-so-red redneck driving his slaves to their cells.
This freedom they speak of, have i seen it before,
am i to be confined to this torture to eternity? as
migratory birds fly to their summer paradise domes
i am... stull trapped in these walls.
still trapped in their evil stares as they stare and
spit at the blackness of my skin: the heavens
ran outta white body paint. they laughed at
Sarah Baartman's africaness because they had
none for themselves.
our people were, in their own land suffering, praying
in song, trying to figure out why they happened
to be... trapped in these walls?
i need to break free, to collapse these... evil-eyed
monsters that close in on me with their whiteness...
i need an empty space, a promising space with no
barriers, the true meaning of free.
when i go, not if, but when: i'll be going for the warriors
of my past-time, the youths of Soweto Uprising,
the many africans massacred by the pale-skinned
minorities that once dominated our majorities...
when i go, i'll be crashing these walls, defeating those
oppressors... i'll be going: for my people.
***... i don't know if you know... that in South Africa, we're having a rememberance day for the students that died in the June 16th uprising (namely Hector Petersen) and a group of my friends and i are all writing pieces on it, so i thought i'd share mine with you. ***
with every breath i take. These, cemented
geometric shapes fit for an asylum, whiter than the
not-so-red redneck driving his slaves to their cells.
This freedom they speak of, have i seen it before,
am i to be confined to this torture to eternity? as
migratory birds fly to their summer paradise domes
i am... stull trapped in these walls.
still trapped in their evil stares as they stare and
spit at the blackness of my skin: the heavens
ran outta white body paint. they laughed at
Sarah Baartman's africaness because they had
none for themselves.
our people were, in their own land suffering, praying
in song, trying to figure out why they happened
to be... trapped in these walls?
i need to break free, to collapse these... evil-eyed
monsters that close in on me with their whiteness...
i need an empty space, a promising space with no
barriers, the true meaning of free.
when i go, not if, but when: i'll be going for the warriors
of my past-time, the youths of Soweto Uprising,
the many africans massacred by the pale-skinned
minorities that once dominated our majorities...
when i go, i'll be crashing these walls, defeating those
oppressors... i'll be going: for my people.
***... i don't know if you know... that in South Africa, we're having a rememberance day for the students that died in the June 16th uprising (namely Hector Petersen) and a group of my friends and i are all writing pieces on it, so i thought i'd share mine with you. ***
... please make yourself at home ... 