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04 February 2014

Verbatim

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?

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