Honourable Rasta Brother brings up
the sinner in me
You know, my sister? You feel me
You were born with an overstanding
but societee
Teaches you to blinde yourself…
Dit was amper ‘n elmboog da, in die
oog, ja
As I lean on the door frame and take
in
His teachings on soul shame &
malnutrition,
He preaches the focus of vision &
our purpose here on earth…
He says he sees we are activists,
aren’t we?
I say shhhhh…and shush up my argument
mush-up
To just listen this Prince of Wisdom,
Blessed rastaman of Muizenberg
mind-bliksem
Sure
So sure of yourself, sidewalk
headshop speakerman,
To shout us all down. Friend, is this how
The Jesusman sounded way back when
You know what, my brother? Hear me:
You joining ranks with all them who
wana free
My mind while, left-field, give me a
cage of similar kind,
Great Cum-load of old School White
Guilt, maybe?
Or some other kultcha-conscious
shizzle to complete
The holier-than-thou yet brudda frum
anudda
muthafukka jizzle you drizzles onme
As you tries to Queen me to ya King,
Assuming I’m confused about great
many a thing,
Telling me about good an’evil all
over again:
You’re just a different version of
the righteous Christ perversions and
the Churchly back-stabbers my sweet childhood
was immersed in.
Brother, dig this: me and the silence
of the afternoon don’t think
Man overstands challenge of bringing
Vagina to a room
Already so full of Holy-Him-Up-High
verbatim.
Pure
Rastintentions, that’s what he chatters
With his fish-and-loaves mouth, as we
converse on two levels ,
Does he know I can pierce through that
he conspires
To catch my eye as he shares nightmares
of Bab’lon empire?
Feel I must protect third eye/fur pie,
I’m fierce too,
For I perceive his form, true: New
masculinity breaking surface,
(easier perhaps cuz his ego is so
thin,)
and right on time, cue: men you’ve
been breaking up the world,
heavy thinking arrogant footsteps,
sure it looks
Different from your vantage
point. No matter
What your colour skin, everything,
every girl’s been at your whim.
But if you are truly Rasta, I say
Blessed Be
And do not take this personally. I just got to say
Queens: where are your Kings - could
ya stand up please?
