Right now

A good friend of mine asked me last night what I was thinking right now

Seeing myself in the mirror I saw my head tilt and raised my eye brow

Assuming last night to be this present time,

Here goes my non-relevant rhyme

Confused, tired, distraught and agitated

These are my current thoughts of which appeared unexpected

Let’s investigate

Confused ,

 The term used when one describes a state of mind where one cannot relate

Tired ,

 A physical or psychological feature of human nature that defines one’s mental state

Distraught,

 Either an emotional reaction to an observed scene which shook the inner most parts of the person

Or

The crazed mental condition of ones’ mind that appears to have to explanatory reason

Agitated ,

When an external cause has upshot a negative reaction

From a relatively stable situation

These were thoughts of a night ago 

Let us hope they were just there for show

   

I AM BLACK

I AM BLACK

NOT ONLY AS A COLOUR

BUT AS A RACE

I COME IN DIFFERENT SHADES

JET BLACK, MAHOGONY, CARAMEL, GALAXY AND EVEN TOFFEE BROWN

MY COLOUR IS NOT ALIEN

NOR DOES IT LOWER MY STATUE AS A HUMAN BEING

I EAT THE SAME MOUTH-WATERING AND SUCCULENT MEALS AS YOU

THE SAME RED BLOOD COURSES THROUGH OUR VEINS

I AM BLACK

THIS IS NEITHER A TITLE NOR A PROCLAMATION

THIS IS A FACT

A FACT WITH A STORY

A STORY THAT HAS BEEN CIRCULATING THROUGH THE UNDERBELLY OF HISTORY

BURSTING TO REVEAL ITSELF AND ALL ITS SECRETS

WHERE SHOULD WE START

WE ARE NOT JUST A COLOUR

WE ARE A PEOPLE

WE ARE A UNITED FRONT

BUT INDIVIDUALLY WE STAND FIRM AS AN OAK TREE

NOT PHAZED BY THE MAYHEM AND CONSTANT BOMBARDMENT THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER

ALL THESE YEARS OF SLAVERY AND OPPRESSION HAS NOT TARNISHED OUR FLAWLESS LOVE AND DEVOTION TOWARDS OUR SKIN COLOUR

DAY BY DAY WE STRUGGLED

BUT OUR FAITH IN GOD NEVER FAILED

THE GREAT LEGENDS THAT BECAME MARTYRS

THEIR NAMES DEEPLY IMPLANTED IN OUR HISTORY

LIKES OF MALCOLM X, MLK JNR, JESSE OWENS, MARCUS GARVEY AND THE LIST IS EVER GROWING

THEY SMASHED THE CHAINS THAT WERE HOLDING US BACK

AND OPEN THE PATHWAY FOR OUR NEXT GENERATION TO PROSPER

YES I AM BLACK

OR SHOULD I SAY …

YES WE ARE BLACK

BUT BLACK DOES NOT STAND ALONE

JUST AS BLACK IS CONJURED UP BY A MIXTURE OF DIFFERENT COLOURS

SO IS THE PLANET WE CALL EARTH

WHICH FROM SPACE

RESEMBLES AN ARTIST’S PAINT PALLET

A COMBINATION OF VARIOUS COLOURS

WITH ALL THEIR MOLECULES JOINING TOGETHER

TO FORM THE MAGNIFICENT SPECTACLE WE LIVE IN

SO INDEED WE ARE BLACK

AND OUR HISTORY TELLS A STORY

BUT IT DOES NOT DEFINE US

JUST AS WTHIN THE COLOUR SPECTRUM NO COLOUR STANDS ALONE

NEITHER SHALL THESE BEINGS BASKED IN THIS BEAUTIFULL BLACK SKIN BE LONELY ISLANDS

 WE MUST THEN EMBRACE THE FLURRY OF COLOURS THAT WE ARE BLESSED WITH

FOR IT IS THIS INTRICATE FUSION THAT CREATED SUCH NATURAL BEAUTY

OF THE NATIONS PROUD COLOURS

AS A MIRAGE OF A GLISTENING RAINBOW

BUT

 TAKE HEED OF ONE CRUCIAL FACT  

WE

WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD TO PROCLAIM

TO THE HEAVENS

AND TO ALL

THAT

WE ARE BLACK!

SHE = ME

I know a woman
She is the strongest person in the world
She stands head above everyone I know
She is my guardian angel 

My rock I lean on
And my knight and shinning armour
When times where tough she would smoothen the rough edges
She would put me right when I stray off the track
She has been my rock….
So it is time for me to be her anchor
She puts on a masquerade of happiness
But her false expressions of joy are transparent in my eyes
In my eyes she is a dormant volcano
Desperately stacking up her feelings in her impenetrable safe
But I feel her anguish as clear as Siamese twins feel each other’s pain
My strength grows as she heals
And dwindles as she aches
Her tears flow out of my eyes
Her blood through my veins
Her breathe is my breathe
I will carry her burden willingly
Take it upon myself to ensure her safety
Till the day she dwells in true tranquillity
Her angelic smile resurrected like the majestic phoenix from the ashes
Her soul basking in heavenly warmth
Worthy of True peace and happiness
A gift I happily trade my existence for
For she gave me life
Warmth… Family…Peace…Hope and Love
I am a reincarnation of her

She is me 

She is my MOTHER

CLAIM TO FAME

When you cant TAME the heart that wants to CLAIM the FAME you realise that would give NAME to the life you AIM to PROCLAIM

Your mastered art will enable you to live a life where your rightful wish is not to be another PLAIN being.

Leaving a mark on the very world you will one day live behind, you become a living legend

Somewhat a symbol of accomplishment and success

A makeshift Clark Kent aspiring to be the Man of Steel himself making an impact in the lives of those who look up to them.

Now we in the 21st century, fame a GAME played by millions, wanting it for the power money and glory that accompanies.

When being who you are isn’t enough, but we must nowcamouflage our true selves in this fake appearance

One that is accepted and wildly jeered by its adoring fans

The same adoring fans who conveniently “forgot” to show their allegiance when your name was nothing but a group of letters tied together to form an unidentified name 

‘Allegiance’, ‘Loyalty’ these are nothing but boomerangs

Just propelled from one end to another, used as a children figurine

You stare at yourself; a figure glaring straight back wields a familiar aura

Alas this aura is modified, changed to fit the world’s expectations

You are unable to recognise yourself…a mere reflection of ones’ former glory

 Feelings of desperation and loneliness creep in

You want out!

OUT ... OUT … OUT … is your only desire

But your own claim to fame soon plots your demise

Its over… OVER…OVER…

You are trapped, trapped in this world-absorbed fame

Nothing genuine, nothing real

In a blink of an eye it collapses

All the Jenga pieces comes tumbling down

Your empire…Your sanctuary…all gone…

C’EST FINI

Dear Brain

Remember the hardships of our time together?
Remember how we fought the wretched weather?
we've always thanked whoever lent a helping hand
whether it was God or man


Whenever we didn't appreciate 
The aid that we were given
Our conscience would writhe and ache
for that wrong that we were doing 


Lest you cause a loving man 
To become ignorant of others' pain
And more from the road he's on 
Onto a selfish lane


Make sure to love and hug
The ones held dear to your heart 
And show the love of God 
Placed in you at the start


By Chilz (upcoming writer)

TEARS OF THE EARTH

In a car with family under the rain

But in truth their warm embrace fails to cover the pain

The tears of this world reflect my inner being

Of heartache and sorrow that reigns supreme

 

Why, 理由を, Pourquoi, Porque are the questions that saturate my mind

        

The words of my emotions eager to break free from their incarceration

Bringing to surface all that was locked up beneath this false self-illustration

Of all the heartbreaks, disappointments and betrayals so common in this human race

 

Sitting in this car waiting…

For someone or something to free me from this prison

Out of the blue the words of the Bishop echoed through my soul

A distinctive sensation gripped hold

Questioning the very existence of which I had yet to behold

What is this feeling?

Erupting through this skeleton interior of mine

  As though new life has been breathed into my lungs

Is this what they call a Revelation?

The feeling of spiritual rebirth and God’s presence flowing throughout my entire anatomy

The Lord has granted freedom to this caged body

Releasing me from this self-imprisonment of my doubts, disbelief and fears

His grace has put me through a form of metamorphism

Now the tears of the earth don’t reflect my pain

But instead are the everlasting blessings of the Lord in the form of rain 

 

SELF- PITY

I am what I am because I choose to be

I am what I am because you deserted me

Left me with an empty heart of hate and misery

Unable to live life and sworn to destiny

Where is hope?

Swallowed up by this gluttonous world

   A world filled with those who only take

With no consideration for the needy and paupers who’s ache

Don’t be fooled by my assured exterior

For deep within I am weak and inferior

Self-pitying oneself to the point of no self-redemption

  Even worse than a tumour that slowly devours ones cells

This devours ones soul  

Until all that remains is the empty carcass of a lifeless being

Just awaiting for the day of liberation

The day when this gluttonous world finally feasts on this isolated shell

Then suddenly time ceases with the setting of the sun

As Self-pity engulfs another hopeless victim