Trapped in my mind, just trying to find
the key to the door
on whatever floor
I feel so stagnant
the struggle clings to me like a magnet
I swear these days I about had it!
They selling us lies everywhere you turn
smiles on their face, yet inside they burn!
everybody just trying to come up
get they own paper and not give two fucks!
But what about love?
pushed it under the rug
feening for some drugs or anything that will get me up
to feel unstuck from an existence that fucking sucks!
Tired of being a slave to profit
they don't hear me.
Thinking what I say is a conspiracy
yet are they really hearing me?
We think we free but bear the heaviest shackles in our minds
fooled to believe that this is the way of our life,
that this is the way of our times!
Having to shuck and jive just to make ends meet.
We accept defeat, and walk with our heads down,
only lift it up, just enough, to survive
and they said
"Don't wear your hood like that, don't do all the things that your other friends do!"
"Why?"
"You're different! They see you as a menace! They're always out to get you! Live your life in fear!"
They say it's for my well-being, so I don't become the next hashtag.
I say fuck that shit!
I'll be damned if I bow down to anyone!
They'll see me for who I am!
A human!
who dares back down from their sovereignty
I wear what I want
I flow how I want
I speak with such defiance and passion, never to kneel before anyone, ever! again!
My mind has reached its limit
and I shall no more be colonized as my ancestors were!
I am the native brave who once walked the land in peace and harmony.
I am the African deity who was forcibly trapped and assimilated into a burning house!
I am that of an indigenous dancer, refusing to slow down the flow of my movement for anyone!
I am the lover who dares to show empathy and compassion in the face of such darkness!
My weapon in battle is none other than my craft
The way the words flow from me
they paint a picture
a picture of the motherland
Africa!
of where we all once knew as home
For they can beat me, try to fill my head up with perverse lies of my ancestry
yet they cannot stop the sun from rising to see another day
they cannot stop the passion in my spirit from rising at such heights of love and bliss
You see it's as simple as this
I pledge no allegiance to a forced identity!
About the Creator
Wyld Tha Bard
Poet, Lyricist,lover, spoken word artist, flower chyld. Art is our liberator. I create art to raise vibes and shift energy. Keep the good vibes rolling. I love you, may peace be with you.
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