I'm Still A Man

Twelve years proceeded and slavery still exists

A persistent pressure on my people, so we dance for the

whip

Hop around, get lean

Society’s fractured our hip

Seduced by slave masters who caused us to slip

Black.

Negative connotations from the day I was born

Judged and looked at with caution before I was torn-

Out.

Ripped and Snatched,

Straight from the womb

Embraced by pure white hands

A cute baby baboon

Me.

Our golds gone and we race to win it back

He can’t run

He can’t rap

So instead he’s selling some crack

Drugs.

His perspective

What he sees others doing

Stereotypes get worse.

Negativity keeps brewing.

Why?

Statistically stupid

Most are without a father

Financially deprived

Times are only getting harder

Land.

Lands taken

Engulfed by foreign words

Cultures now diluted; native tongues can’t be heard

Can’t be heard.

Because we’re ecstatic to be shackled

Herded up in prisons

Most negros become cattle

Whipped like horses being sat on with no saddle.

Here,

Play the maracas but we don’t want to hear it rattle

You’re not as academic

Or even have an education

We’ll reinvent you

Recreate you

So stick to recreation.

Constipated; mothers constipated for nine months

Releasing dirty struggles for officers to go on a hunt

Don’t –

SHOOT.

Africa, ruled out as a country

Infiltrated, sold so cheaply

Find us on gumtree

Sat on unstable walls had many falls, no Humpty Dumpty

Dark honey comb toffee sugar-

A racist meal.

I become Crunchie chocolate

Black.

Dark.

Opaque.

Midnight.

Nubian citizen but I can still see the light

So let me lay it down and make it clear

I am a Kushite.