New Master, Old Slave

Crack, 

is the new whip on the barren ground, the ssssscathing of violent rays of an aged sun...

free me.

i bellowed

free         me

from the brute of my life, the thief of my time, the leech of my blood..

cut these shackles of vanity
break these cuffs of ignorance
destroy these chains of idolatry

'lol', i gave you this power.

the lies and deception...
milk and honey, you said
education and knowledge you said
but i have eaten of clay, and drank of salt
and my foolishness? Sharpened and designed perfectly to befit you

monotonous dissatisfaction,
another perfect cog, to steal my PRECIOUS time
wasting away with hopes you will console me
provide for me

i was blinded by the deep 'colour; of my skin,
i thought that i was a victim, a child of suffering
- that's what you want me to think, so i am distracted with hate, and blinded with wrath

The blame game,

a fruit by those consistent, succulent and subtle reminder of our 'roots' in slavery
and enticed by the sweet whispers of wealth and fortune

so numb that i let you control me,

dictate my lifestyle,
demote my loved ones, corrupt my morals, alienate my creative capacity, 

HATE, the alluring sons and daughters of the earth
depreciate our 'value'

                        it was never about my skin,

it was about you all along,

and two centuries on look at you, still evil, still ugly, still a master.. not through the cotton fields

no,

in the tech, the ads, the images

- the reminding our 'needs'

you lied that you would give me happiness and save my soul
that i am made for you
created solely to benefit from your existence

but you have no loyalty to me,

to dust and ash will i return,
but in this earth shall you remain

today i free myself, 

today

          I breathe.