You beat me with your words scorn me but you hurt yourself while trying to break me ,
In me you see race colour and tribe
You despise me and feed on your pride
In your eyes I am but a mistake to your existence ...and for that you haunt my peace with persistence
You tagg me with the worst and beyond
Your strip me form the credit i spill my blood for by my toil yet the one for which you so endearingly long
Yet i watch you with mesmire..
A household that breaks its own will never be an empire
sorrow as you engrave in my wounds ...a lesson that kills my fire
.
So much pain
You tear the scars apart each and everytime you sharpen your tunes you potray but vain
Tunes of hate ..scorn and xenophobia ..to chains of spite you seek to bind me yet you drawn yourself closer to the dealiest fobia.but .believe me
i sip my pain to the vines with esteem as i shed tears and grow within...
My only crime
being that am from a different clime yes we are marked by different legions but we fee the same demons.
Your brother broken and bent to the same system that you bore too
Your judgements a result of fear but if only you knew my regards for you were true
For despite our differences and all you are my brother
yes from different clangs broken and thorn apart by whips religion and mapped borders all perfectly organised by imperialist gangs and thiefs
Borders that blind and decieve
Like the snake to adam and eve you have eaten from the tree of knowledge....
But knowledge of fear and bondage
A conspiracy against your very own greatness ...i wish you knew you scorn is so pointless.
Because in me is you and just like roots to a tree
The one that kills and haunts his own is but a fool...that can never be set free.
Maureen R OJ
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Nirvanna
Randominhale the waves ..exhale and sale To that place of mine where there is neither night distance or time Come with me to my dreams a place of freedom and inspirational things gallop to the seven skies a place built of love and tender ties take a trip...
