Half-OriginalA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeySometimes I feel a bit lonelyIt’s not easy being half-original man Always being checked by your brothers and sisters Called the devil by Black Nationalists while being hung by the Klan Too light to be black too dark to be white All I want is to shut off the light Set things right End all this judging of skin Into my home I let everyone in Moses was the first to try to reverse the curse In one way he did in the other he failed Things got worse Brought the unworthy to civilization With golden calves they created false religion Most straying from the righteous way of peace Those who obeyed Moses have the last laugh I accept and understand that I’m the Son of the Asiatic African The great teachers at Timbuktu taught me Marcus Garvey, W.D.Fard, Haile Selassie and Noble Drew Ali Most people can’t handle the truth So they go kill like John Booth They slowed the message but never end it So I’ll gladly listen to Prince Emmanuel Bring all I can to heaven wage war against hell In the end we all knew it would come to this Open the seventh seal on Babylon we’ll reminisce Its not easy being half-original Breaking plastic idols of superstition Ending all savage superstition Never being able to fit in Still you must uplift the falling Those who have conveniently forgotten That we are children of Africa © 2012 Abdul Batin Osman BeyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 14, 2012 Last Updated on July 14, 2012 Tags: half-original, Persian, Black Nationalist, Klan, skin, Moses, Civilization, curse, religion, Asiatic, African, peace, Timbuktu, Marcus Garvey, W.D.Fard, Haile Selassie, Noble Drew Ali, John Booth, Prince Emmanuel AuthorAbdul Batin Osman BeyCambridge, MAAboutIt is said that if Johnny Thunders and Janis Joplin were to have a child then have him to be raised by the unwanted aspects of Society while having him schooled in Timbuktu that person would be me. I.. more..Writing
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