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“Decolonize your mind before you become a new black slave.” He whispered to me before pushing one of his dreads behind his ear and grinning wildly at my perplexed expression. I lowered the straightener and stared at him for a while – I had loved him because of the way he was self-assured, it never faltered and I knew an explanation would follow as I leaned forward, raising an eyebrow, questioning him.
“You know you’re a queen right?” He continued, interrupting my train of thought, while turning off the straightener at the plug point.
“Ja, I know.” I answered blatantly.  
“ Then decolonize your mind.” He shouted before thrusting his hands into the sky and exiting my room. I think he knew I would figure it out for myself because as I stared at the straightener on my desk- it clicked. The statement vibrated in the very depths of my soul and an untapped reserve of energy was suddenly channelled into my aura. I could feel my ancestors, I could hear their cries, I could feel the weight of shackles, I could feel a whip, I could feel resentment, I could feel hatred, I could feel the power of a God who didn’t look like me, I could feel my peoples names that were written out of history books, I could taste blood in my mouth, I could feel blood on the cotton, I could feel what it meant to be black.
It was an epiphany, induced both by drink as well as the stench of my burnt hair. The epiphany spoke to me, reminding me that who I am was holy. That black was undeniably beautiful and not in the clichéd way that I learnt of in history when people averted their eyes, avoiding discomfort presented in an unacknowledged truth. It was in earnest, that I realised that my melanin was paramount to a glorious dynasty that I was privileged enough to be a part of. I would wear my ancestry daily and no longer shy away from the truth of my being. I am sun kissed, I am regal, I am Cleopatra, I am King Shaka, I am the soil and the trees and everything that matters in this universe, I am a closed fist lifted in a rally where mercy has intersected rage, resulting in non-violence.
The only violence that is accepted is that which vehemently opposes the status quo that my people are not good enough. That is what was meant when he told me to decolonize my mind.
“ You will be villianized in your pursuit for emancipation because the margin of melanin present in our people will always render you a slave so choose now what you will subscribe to. “ and I made a decision, standing upon the raw backs of my ancestors- I chose a discarded truth and the truth is this-  I am art. We, are art and art cannot be subjugated or castrated by a close minded agenda, set by people who have never bothered to understand you nor will they ever begin to.
I am  a poem that breathes and speaks and therefor has no choice but to be remembered. I will be etched into the minds of people who would rather forget me. I will be written down in history books next to men who would rather deny my existence.
In that moment, in my epiphany, I began to wade barefoot through my soul. I began to find pieces of myself I didn’t know where lost – and is that not courage in itself? Finding the corpse of your soul, buried beneath a cruel, mercilessly pale agenda?
          
Is speaking the truth not brave?
So I set down the straightener, and began to live.
This was my English narrative essay that I know I'm going to be marked down for. Let Peace, positivity and light live on.
Lawrence Hall Sep 2020
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

                      Decolonize Unpacking Actualization

Let’s unpack the cliches and hyperbole
The nuclear option and we’ve got this
What we know now we have our options frontline
Off the table Armageddon option

Privileged out of an abundance of caution
Like an actual warzone actually
Or forging a road, a path, a plan
(Says he who never saw a blacksmith’s forge)

Decolonize decolonization
And actuate actualization

(By blazing a trail that unlocks the future)
A poem is itself.
Lawrence Hall Feb 2019
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Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Lawrence Hall Apr 2019
Upon Reading a Patronizing Review of Ferlinghetti’s Delightful and Revelatory Entertainment, Little Boy



The only problem with the Proletariat
Is obeying the pretentious ***** that
Insist on calling us the Proletariat -

Resist their Insist!

For I will not be labeled by some artsy-crat
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Shysta  Apr 2015
=Carpe Diem=
Shysta Apr 2015
Revamp yourself first...
Because ur young and free and you have dreams and desires to fulfill with utter gratification.
Because you want to do something meaningful in this world to gleam ur identity , to make people know who you actually are , and to where you belong.
Keep expanding ur horizon ,
decolonize your mind ,
and cross borders cause at the end we only regret the chances we didn't take.
Stop Existing.
Start Living.
Carpe Diem :')
“Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?”
Kitten Yvad Sep 2020
cherry-stained windbitten lips
and a critical countenance
with nothing but innocence
idealism and autonomy behind
the sardonic look

so many bluebirds and
here we are holding eachother
told innocence is bloodred
took before the stain

finds that love is beauty;
told that beauty is pain
no

told that purity is pure white
and no restraint
could ever be good enough
high enough righteous enough
no

to hold us to the straight path
upon which our little girlhands
began

"i'll climb this in a princess dress!"
not for some pop shock juxtaposition

But because I've done it before
stop i do this all the time
i climbed trees before i had
the binary vocabulary
to describe why I should not

Why the blood on my knees
might not be the blood a dissonant
harmony of virginity fetishizers
hold in honor.

my honor was already there
*****, swinging from the garden

palm fronds on the front lawn
hands sticky  with citrus
and blood from needing the most
sunripe lemon bursting
from sweet friend, thorned tree

I already liked tight jeans
and sparkly things and small
shirts because I liked the way
the Air Herself hugged My body

I already liked matching
periwinkle training bras and
stupid boxy Lei's from the
Boy's section of JC Penny.
So when I am thirteen

and sardonically sweet
cherry stained gloss and
a whole empire to claw to defeat
don't you dare.
Don't try to step to me.

you hurt yourself
Hell hath
no fury like a Teenaged Girl
You ever heard that thing?

Its enough to fall from the
Mulberry up the street
raising silk worms to butterflies
in your dreams
you already know its enough
as you see my


fall my periwinkle blue dress
rip and 10 feet
Its enough to fall from
the mulberry up the street
see the organza sparkle rip
and surprise and laughter
rip from me

Tear from me like so
many gasping sirens
warm and dark and secure
with mirthful sparkling oaken eyes



brown skin and laugh-shut eyes
a natural antidote

Archangel to Decolonize

little demon, SweetChild
lemons and local harvest
faithful, powerful
Empire-Conquering Woodsprite
an open loveletter to gxrlhood. specifically my own, the contradictions of which make me no less human today💞
ConnectHook Oct 2020
OCCUPY GENDER !
DECOLONIZE REVOLUTION !
DRIVE thru their INTERSECTIONS !
SCIENCE IS LOVE
BLACK LIVES IS REAL
NO HUMAN IS MATTER
LOVE IS HUMAN RIGHTS
WOMEN’S RIGHTS ARE EVERYTHING
KINDNESS IS ILLEGAL
Z Atari  Jul 2020
Untitled
Z Atari Jul 2020
Wanna be an all American!
As my corpse tries to jump out of it's dead brown skin
The fair foundation has been working again
Our experiences have been exactly the same!
Hearing your hesitancy in the pronunciation of this name
roll it out like the Princess Bride- all the words every time
Reinforcing this breath I will be the punchline but
Can you cry a god back into your heart
Rolling like thunder behind your own title
Whisper it back and then still be rid of the shame?
Decolonize a spirit with  Raid™️
Keep only one tongue and let the other one fade

— The End —