The colour of my blood
And the colour of your blood
Ain't they just the same?,
Red.
The blood that runs in both our veins
Is the same colour, Red.
The colour of my skin
And the colour of your skin
Ain't they just the same?,
Black
Yes I am from the Equatorial
And maybe I am darker than you
Blacker than you.
Yes I am from the East,
the west, the north or the south of Africa
But still we all black.
You might be lighter
You might be blackish
But still we are Africans
We are Blacks.
When the Whites come to your countries
You call them tourists.
But when us Blacks come to you
You call us terrorists
You call us refugees.
We more than just squatters in your land,
But we come seeking a helping hand from a brother.
Why welcome outsiders
Yet you oust you own.
Why burn our shops?
Why burn our shacks?
Why let our souls weep?
Brothers and sisters of Africa
Why the violence?
Why the killings?
Why the brutality?
Why the cruelity?
What happened to humanity?
What happened to Ubuntu?
Violence has never solved a thing.
Will killing a man with 5 children and a wife back at
home,
Bring food to your table?
What will burning a man down to ashes bring you?
What will stoning a man to death bring you?
Can it pay your bills?
Can it bring food to your table?
Can it pay your your children's school fees?
Brothers and sisters of Africa
I plead with you
Our, Black nation
If we come together with mutual hearts and minds
We can bring back love and peace
We can fight poverty
Just stop the hate!
Our the violence!
Stop the killings!
It's enough!!
Say NO TO XENOPHOBIA.
# Treeweezy_d_poet ©2018
I am the voice of the voiceless.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Some nights I stay awake
Wondering how it would have been
Being awake because of a crying baby.
But, some nights I snore all the way to day break
Feeling light and relieved not regretting a bit.
I curse that day.
Some days I walk the streets free
With pride I walk the streets tall
With my face glittering with innocence
But somedays, I hang my head in shame
People stare at me with cold eyes
As if they see the guilt i hide
Behind my convincing smile.
I curse that day.
Sometimes I wonder how it would have felt
Carrying a life in my own womb
Sometimes I wonder how it would have felt
Breathing into a new life
But I didn't wait to feel.
I curse that day.
Sometimes I wonder how weird the cravings would
have been
Sometimes I wonder how it would have felt feeling
the first kick
Sometimes I wonder how it would be like delivering
a new life
How it would be bringing a new life to earth.
I curse that day.
I keep wondering if
It would have been a boy or a girl
But I didn't wait to see
I didn't wait to see
I didn't wait to feel the joy
Of holding her in my arms
The joy of breast feeding her, bathing her,
combing her hair and decorating it with coloured
ribbons.
But I didn't wait to feel.
I curse the day.
At times I find myself
Admiring toddler dresses at shops
Wondering if she would have loved
An Elsa dress, a Cinderella dress or a
Snow white drrss
Oraybe she would have loved a Rapunzel dress
But I didn't wait to see
I curse that day.
I couldn't imagine the disgrace I would have faced
I did it to save my pride, save my dignity.
Sometimes I feel I made the right decision
But sometimes I feel it was a mistake
And I can't tell what's worse
Admitting am a coward or admitting am a murderer.
But I keep singing it to convince myself 'IT WAS
JUST A SIMPLY ABORTION'
# Treeweezy_d_poet_ ©2018
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC