It Continues

This world fills airwaves
With angry sounds about
Ancestor slaves.
Hushshshes, the
Stories of modern day
Babies, girls, boys, immigrants
Whose dreams aren’t worth the
Price of a hearse.

Promises of modeling, nursing,
Teaching, citizen-ship in
Lands of dreams. Europe
Or the Middle East.
Running from sparse opportunities,
And oppressive regimes
From Kenya , Russia, The Philippines,
North Korea, into arms
Much more dangerous than
Immigration offices.

Drugged, beaten, Raped,
Nameless slaves,
With no one to tell their story.
With no Maya Angelou to cry
Out for pride or victory.
#BlackLivesMatter seems
Too reactionary, because the
Silencing of today’s Black slaves
is the true life story.

They are not all Black,
They are all voiceless.
Forced into quiet by the
constant present threat of
violence.

The most depressing bit,
Is that it would not be possible
If
It were not surrounded by neighbours
Who condone.
Allow.
It
to continue.

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Mummy Tummy

When I place my hand on
the roundness of my tummy,
I touch the space that means
I am called ‘Mummy’.
So nikifunga shuka
Ndio kiuno irudi
Do side bends, or sit ups,
Its not from shame, or because
I’m unhappy
It’s just to claim
my frame, as my own.
Because I do own my own,
my own lane,
And my appearance has nothing
to do with my claim to fame.

The next time you pass a
mirror, or a reflective glass pane,
Don’t forget to put your back
straight, head up.
Face the day with the whole of your name,
Because every single grain
of you is exactly where
it should be.

I Gots This

Enveloped by bureaucratic
rope.
The only exercisable strength is
hope.
Your best case scenario?
That I give up…

  Nope.

I gots this.

This life doesn’t act like,
it was made to be fair
But if I live it with
any less flare
than a teenage dare
Then who’ll say,
I was here?

So,

I gats this.

The oil you use to grease your
blade,
will grease the slide to your
self dug grave,
if my honesty is to blame
for your ceaseless hate,
I can safely say
I gots this.

And though entitlement tinges
the rose tinted rims of your glasses.
I tried to be nice
You skipped classes,
On putting anyone else first.

So despite how terrifying
it can be, to run with the herd,
caring about others is an integral
portion of team work.

Also, it’s an occupational hazard
for a dirty cop to become a
perk.
And yes, my English is heavily
influenced by American junk.
But I will ‘a’ my ‘o’s if
it means

I Gats This.