Its about letting out my feelings on racism projected at my kind.some are facts.
I am black..and so what?,
can't I just walk in the streets
without feeling it?
I'm tired of having to shudder
at your jeers and sneers,
'n****r' title
hanging on my neck,everywhere
school,
sideways,
work,
neighbourhood,
CHURCH!!
I hate it when,
whenever I walk bare chested,
and my ribs poke from my sides
you foreign nationals
snap pictures of me
fly them to your countries
hit the tabloids,'exemplary malnutrition in Africa '
always jolting about our wars...
yes we fight but try and make peace
unlike you who always agitate
for war on matters out of your concern.
we dance for you at our airports
you raise your noses at us at yours
afraid to shake my hand,
lest my'blackness' spread upon you..
Can you Imagine??
CAN YOU IMAGINE??
Humanitarean aid,Loans,
grants..
you give to us and laugh at our helpless states.
staunch believers in liberty
but you can't let us rule ourselves minus meddling,
sanctions,conditions,
IN MY OWN COUNTRY?
work permits at your place,
while I freely welcome you here at home.
language proficiency tests..
yet you can't understand I come
from a 42 tribed nation.
I'm sick of all this,
tired,
exhausted,
just. LET ME BE ME!!
Wow, i am impressed. Poetry isnt all about metaphors and hiding issues underneath cloaks of pretty words, but its about raw emotion. And thats what I get from this poem. It really is very well written, even thought its so straight forward. You talk about a subject that I always found very intresting, the fact that people think they know everything about somebody just because they know what culture, or part of the world they come from. But me and you both know thats not true. This poem talks about how first world countries think they are the police of the world, when in fact they have the same types of problems as the rest of the countries they look down on so much and think they need our charity. I really am not a fan of the way my country runs things, and it does bother me when I see them poking their nose into another countries bussiness because they think their views on the world is right, when it is just as flawed and corrupt as everything they look down upon. You can tell how much emotion your poem actually has when it inspires a comment this long. I really do apllaud the effort and the emotion you have put in to this, and this deserves way more views then it actually has. I can tell you are very smart, and I can tell you are very caught up in the issues that the whole world faces together. Bravo, cheers.
quite profound, gutsy... some aspects, remind me of the sensibilities of the social conscience movement of the early 1970s following the civil rights movement pioneered by the african americans...terry callier, wrote a jazz, folksy song called ' colour me free', which inspired me deeply. I felt really moved by this poem and could identify with many of your sensivities, great and thank you.
Wow... this poem is truly amazing. It makes me feel different about myself... I'm very skinny as well, you can see my ribs. I'm not malnourished at all, though; I eat wayy too much lol. I believe people should be able to walk down the street without funny looks and things. I wish everyone just accepted each other... While I'm not African (Black American, I suppose) I feel like we're family. Like we're in this together. c: Don't get discouraged, man. :D
thank you Cole...I usually am very disturbed on the kind of 'apathy' foreign countries have on we Africans.People talk of liberation yet we really don't seem ti understand what it really is.but thank God you are different and I hope the whole world could get to know what Africa really deaserves,RESPECT and EQUAL TREATMENT.thank you Cole.
thank you Cole...I usually am very disturbed on the kind of 'apathy' foreign countries have on we Africans.People talk of liberation yet we really don't seem ti understand what it really is.but thank God you are different and I hope the whole world could get to know what Africa really deaserves,RESPECT and EQUAL TREATMENT.thank you Cole.
Wow, i am impressed. Poetry isnt all about metaphors and hiding issues underneath cloaks of pretty words, but its about raw emotion. And thats what I get from this poem. It really is very well written, even thought its so straight forward. You talk about a subject that I always found very intresting, the fact that people think they know everything about somebody just because they know what culture, or part of the world they come from. But me and you both know thats not true. This poem talks about how first world countries think they are the police of the world, when in fact they have the same types of problems as the rest of the countries they look down on so much and think they need our charity. I really am not a fan of the way my country runs things, and it does bother me when I see them poking their nose into another countries bussiness because they think their views on the world is right, when it is just as flawed and corrupt as everything they look down upon. You can tell how much emotion your poem actually has when it inspires a comment this long. I really do apllaud the effort and the emotion you have put in to this, and this deserves way more views then it actually has. I can tell you are very smart, and I can tell you are very caught up in the issues that the whole world faces together. Bravo, cheers.