They sodomise my eyes Penetrating ill content Sickening imagery—cauterise an African man’s pride Categorize me in a dark corner of their globe
How so the world spins But we are to turn our eyes the other way If not forced to conform to their ways, their ways confirm We’re shunned from their perfect world
They created diseases to charge their victims of a cure Stole the wealth of our land, to sell an end product labelled new If only we knew the threat we pose, as they’ve always known Placing bonds of pricey chains of, “hey I’ve got the latest iPhone” Leading us to scorn our own kind; a few softwares behind, “eek, your version is so old”
****** virgins/versions; Non experienced in their translation of purpose If said the future is only possible if we all connect I guess we’re the ones always out of service To conform to your ways to guarantee your service —Are we your servants Carrying the destruction of your wars like surrogates
To the outer world That believes I still live outside Fascinated whenever I see a white Those of my whites from Africa somewhat more relatable To my struggles, than an African American Supposedly my brother from another mother
No, no, my dearest brother, you have Africa in title But not inside of you. We weren’t taught by the same mother We didn’t go through the same hardships We’re more like distant cousins Who only seem to relate by our skin colours Even though you’d see me as different, Though being much darker
To the outer world; altering my nation to your outer works I’m sorry, but I can’t live in your perfect world