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Nubia Soul

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

people of colour everywhere


HOW HAVE WE



Women how have we loathed our skin tones
Ebony, chocolate, brown and and caramel,  in all outside glows
The shame in your eyes when looking upon it
All you have been exposed to is the embraced colour of a
Snowy skin

Your hair kinky,  curly, wavy either black and brown. Putting
So much heat to straighten it, much weave to make it bouncy
Much chemical to denature it.
How have you truly daughter of Cush, despised our authentic
Design for a look alike version on European hair

How have we publicly cursed our diverse language, slang and
Way of living. How have we redefined our colourful world, that
We deny its beauty of our presence,
I cry bitterly for the sisters of Africa regardless of the unseen
Boundaries that segregate us

Certainly the Queens of the North and South taught you to hate
Everything about yourself.
In God's eyes your variety is like all sorts of colourful petals
With the same green leaves and the same green stalks
Enjoy your melanin it is there for the Creator's pleasure

How have we daughters of Nuba
How have we mothers of Nuba
How have we brothers of Nuba
Come to self mutilation,  I bet our forefathers would weep
When arising to see your indifference to their psychological enemy

To a wounded musician




GUITAR


Walking down my chosen road

Having no purpose to the minutes granted
Leaving behind me, my heavy load
And the visions of fear, being too haunted

The still voice of the wind whispers
I stop and characterizes my face in amazement
The same wind gets to my fingers
Carries my soul away from the thoughts of enslavement

 I walk, I pace a little faster
Time indefinite can skill me on a curious matter
Beat, rhythm the time once more
Beat rhythm and time, this time let me not fall into a den

Excitement squeezed me so intensity
Think I might change my name to Felicity
Why am I thinking like this, I argue
Is my mind giving up? Is it a subdue

Not its not I answer the debate
My spirit, physic and world can relate
Finally there it was, a guitar
In the hands of a man with a scar