Friday, September 3, 2004

Liberation

My liberation
Was supposed
To be about
Being
Being
And fuck everything else
It was supposed
To be about
Being
Me
Being my
Malcom x loving
Alan Jackson listening
Poor people loving
Self
It was supposed
To be about being
That angry
Hurt girl inside
Who wanted to fight back
Andyou
Somewhere
Somehow
Along the way
Convinced me
That
Wait
Hold up
I should want
To be a part
Of you
Wait
Wait
You little
Beige girl
You can join
The club
You have overachieved
And over accomplished
And over read
Most people your
Age
Skin color
Gender
And class
Damn you worked har
So we will
Let you in
1st teir
Top 10
You never thought
You could dream
This big
Did you little beige girl
Fuck you
i never wanted yoru
arsnic dipped
Refined sugar coated
Colonized dream
I am the same woman
Who will write
Liberation psychology
How we liberate OURSELVES
Through our minds
Because the people must
Liberate themselves
I wear my liberation
On my back
Everyday
But I am not
Perfect
I stumble
And fall
And pick up the pieces
And I remember
What this
Liberation
Ws for
And what it was
Supposed to be
And if I go
If I go
Then it all meant
Nothing
Hypocrite
All the bullshit
You shoved back in their faces
If I go they’ll say
You really were
Just a dreamer
Fuck that
I do dream
Of a better reality
And I create my own reality
Just like I created my own liberatin
I wear on my back everyday
Under sweatshop clothes
Bought from corporate America
But underneath
All the lies
And bullshit
Is my liberation
And
You are wondering
Hypocrite
Why it has nothing
To with
Rejecting the white man
Or his bourgeoisie education
It has to do with my utter distatste
For bull shit
And I’ve said it before
And I’ll say it again
And again
I owe those people nothing
I got this education
To give it back
To people who need it
Not those people
Fuck them
If I did this out of hate for them
I’d love to go their schools and prove them wrong
But I do this
Out of love
And that love
Compels me
To be real
Don’t play bougie games
You don’t need their
Respect
You need the respect of the people
Be real and you will earn
The respect
Of the people this isn’t about hate
This is about love
And I will never
Hate the oppressor
More hen
I love the oppressed

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