....Continuation from Part One
Do you know what it feels like to be me,
So many things the world is blind to only i can see
Cursed with injustice, misconceptions, conspiracies
Even now without the chains i still hope to be free
Even now that my voice can be heard it seems the audience could care less despite their oh so very subtle gestures signalling each other to ignore my high notes(pause#sigh#) EXSISTENCE!! You still anticipate and wait for me to react to
Subliminal provocation intended to give me discomfort.
The audacity!
(CLEAR my throat as if delivering an important message at a rally. Gabriella get inspiration from ****** or mlk to unleash the power of the words below)
I blame the system! i blame miseducation!
I blame fabricated history!
Let the ***** coily hair i possess release a mighty frequency,
Connect with the gods and master the ability of this forgotten ancestral contingency
Unfold the truth hidden in between the lines
Acknowledge the struggles and weaknesses of our predecessors; sold their souls and heritage for a mysterious briefcase fit for a coffin for bribery. Hidden and buried beneath the half hearted stamped agreements sticking out from the shimmering dimes.
and so begins the misery,
Banished from using our hands, conditioned to a life of being fed
Restrained from using our heads, conformity weaved us together like thread
Previously, dispersed, Discarded and fowarded in shipments
so they could use us as a contaminated abomination the world should dread.
Obstructing all efforts to spread to our sentiments.
The darker the flesh then the deeper the roots rip tupac
What good are the roots when they wiped out all evidence leaving no proof
Done by Gabriella kundiona
(Afrikka)
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
....Continuation from Part One
Do you know what it feels like to be me,
So many things the world is blind to only i can see
Cursed with injustice, misconceptions, conspiracies
Even now without the chains i still hope to be free
Even now that my voice can be heard it seems the audience could care less despite their oh so very subtle gestures signalling each other to ignore my high notes(pause#sigh#) EXSISTENCE!! You still anticipate and wait for me to react to
Subliminal provocation intended to give me discomfort.
The audacity!
(CLEAR my throat as if delivering an important message at a rally. Gabriella get inspiration from ****** or mlk to unleash the power of the words below)
I blame the system! i blame miseducation!
I blame fabricated history!
Let the ***** coily hair i possess release a mighty frequency,
Connect with the gods and master the ability of this forgotten ancestral contingency
Unfold the truth hidden in between the lines
Acknowledge the struggles and weaknesses of our predecessors; sold their souls and heritage for a mysterious briefcase fit for a coffin for bribery. Hidden and buried beneath the half hearted stamped agreements sticking out from the shimmering dimes.
and so begins the misery,
Banished from using our hands, conditioned to a life of being fed
Restrained from using our heads, conformity weaved us together like thread
Previously, dispersed, Discarded and fowarded in shipments
so they could use us as a contaminated abomination the world should dread.
Obstructing all efforts to spread to our sentiments.
The darker the flesh then the deeper the roots rip tupac
What good are the roots when they wiped out all evidence leaving no proof
Done by Gabriella kundiona
(Afrikka)
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