Enemy Territory
I’m like a misplaced ticking time bomb.
This forein territory is taunting my very existence.
Temptation to travel to more trusworthy corners of the planet is getting strong.
Tic Toc goes the countdown,
Only few seconds until my sanity blows up in ashes.
Little by little the everlasting fire that was my soul is getting smothered,
Haunted by the excrutiating sound of the Diaspora song.
As I die a bit more everyday when by essence I should aspire to rebirth,
There’s extra effort put in to keep me and mine at a subpar level.
Calling me names, mocking my being,
Using the clenched fist of law to crush our will, our right and our gift to shine.
Who the fuck are y’all anyways ?
Aren’t you the ones who wandered too far ?
Ancient men who got stuck in caves and only came out for war ?
Rotten with insecurities when you realised you were the weakest ?
Cause it was survival of the fittest and you knew who would have won : us.
Understandable, Obvious even.
The sun didn’t want you as his children
So you went and rebeled against the eldest.
You suffered from the absence of color,
So you painted your hands red with the blood of those you wished you could be.
Painted your soul black like the skin you would soon deprive of dignity.
You fed off of our candid habit of sharing,
Like you still feed off of our bodies, sense of caring and creating.
We weren’t meant to be here,
Never were, never will.
Somehow I still smile to the face of the cold freezing truth that is the inferior position we were placed in.
Not only were you guilty of the atrocities, even proud of the tragic effects,
You still make us pay for not having the decency to swallow the ongoing disrespect.
I see how you move,
I can see you sweat,
I can see you shaking,
I hope you're afraid, I hope your kids are trembling.
Would be too easy to do you as you did me,
I'd rather gather information, strength,
Shed a few tears over the memory of my feet walking on ancestral ground.
Over the feeling of looking in my auntie's eyes and see her pupils reflect my entire heritage.
Over the warmth of a full stomack
Filled with fruits I only had to extend my arms toward the garden's branches to get.
I look forward,
Up ahead is deliverance.
Proudful creature, I take offense at the incapacity of my voice being heard.
Eaten up by the hierarchy in place silencing my true feelings.
But I look forward,
Up ahead is clarity.
Nothing and nobody will be able to stop the motion,
It already started.
I'll sow seeds of revenge as often as I can,
Delect myself with the tears you will shed.
The holy scripture lied, wickedness is pale.
Either cut the devil's throat or flee to more promised lands.
A necessary journey, no matter how perilous,
When me and mine are gathered,
We will sing the song of the exodus.
