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We have run out of tears of sadness and self pity
The sights of the injustice hasn’t been pretty
They said revolution wasn’t to be televised
That’s a lie, it’s been televised through social media and recordings on
Smartphones tablets and other gadgets
Look how far we have come
When the dirt roads were too long to walk
and now covered under pavement
Pavements that we as people decide to leave just as it is
as if this concrete of revolution can’t be seen
What’s in the dark never stays in the light too long
and my fellow sisters and brothers
I stand here to tell you
Our eyes aren’t tightly closed our senses haven’t been lost
voices tired of honey coated promises
that some try to ignore
iam one of voices freed by my poetic words
drinking from poetic grape fruit
born with sugar and salt words on my tongue
iam mother africa raving metaphors
iam a slave of my verbal conscience
iam the black poetess
the power of revolution
the queen to cause the blooming liberation
Iam a revolution
Now let me speak my truth
that some chose not to hear
violence is a black disease
racism is a white disease
blooding spilling all over mother nature’s pure assets
Only one way to stop it
And it’s not by putting our hands in chains
And bodies behind bars
But by realizing the life you live
Is the same food you eat
You decide to pollute your organs and then wonder
Why your soul and surroundings so negative
That’s because we have to stop killing ourselves internally.
It starts with self
But what do I know I’m just a revolution
That won’t be silenced
