There lies my soul, my state of mind.
Misguided stereotypical values cloud my judgment.
Racial and cultural boundaries paint over my
This is my life, this is my reality
Why must I battle with my brain, to make sense of a world’s
CLOUDED JUDGEMENT. That my roots define my being.
That my name brings predictable judgement to MY ACTIONS?
Have I accepted the sins of others and chose to
pay with my SOUL?
Am I a victim of intellectual and CULTURAL ABUSE?
I LIVE IN A WORLD that knows my name, that has found my
unspoken words guilty without even been heard. I live where others
watch me and define my optimism as artificial. I live a life that has already
been predefined BY SINS I DID NOT COMMIT
I grow WEARY for even in my own land, I witness what critics talk
and write about in their journals and magazines.
I shake hand with the very people they CONDEMN,
I am governed and lead by those they scorn.
The only WEAPON I have is what lies in me, for I will not take my
frustrations to the state of embracing a LIFE OF SILENCE.
I will accept my fate, and LEAD A REVOLUTION even if the
only thing that bleeds is my words through the ink of a pen.culled from Switched On Magazine