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Insatiable.

A Family Affair: Mama! Really, I am hungry. Please give me food. I am ready to eat.

By Marcela Published 3 years ago 2 min read

Mama, ja ja ja ja ja,

Jinjja, baegopa.

Please give me some food,

I am dispelled of doubts, and nude,

Insatiable in my ambitions,

Letting go of my inhibitions,

Leaping into the abyss,

Leaning towards Luck’s kiss.

Mama, please help me start my way,

Give me a hand so I can play,

Kneel down and let us pray,

For God to light my way.

---

Daughter, you know not what you say!

Unaware of that wretched day

When you see what the light holds

For foreign born feminine souls.

The game you want to partake

Is for those who have forsake

The very gold that makes

You beautifully opaque

To those who don’t understand

The way of our native land,

Hushing our melodies

And savaging our blessed bodies.

---

Sister, don’t play with those grown,

Learn to leave them alone.

Now, now, stay in those appointed lanes;

House slave and handmaiden.

Haibo, remember where you stand,

To the side of those who own the land.

Dearie, stop kidding yourself,

You have nothing to sell.

Come on, gather all your own,

Line up all them yellow and redbone.

Put your hands into the flames,

Burn your skin until it change.

Blacker than any berry known,

The color to stick you in a home

Suitably decrepit and bereft,

Predictably unsafe and unkept.

Fit for a black queen,

Swept away to be unseen,

Made to silence her beloved dreams,

Solely to cook and clean.

Sis, stop listening to your soul,

Release your stubborn goals,

Step into the light,

Give up your ancestral fight.

Hayaku! You are arriving at your goodbye,

For your womb is running dry,

Produce the future stock,

Sturdy and fit to rot

In roles not even thought

To be suitable for the fairer lot.

Honey, let go of all your dreams

This world won’t part at its seams

Woven too securely to make room

For a foreign black born to bloom.

Sweetheart, follow the chalk-limned path

Don’t stray into the sorrowful blood bath

Where brothers go to fight

And enter their unending night.

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Babe, from the Darkness came our kin,

Lending its shadow to all our skin,

But with it came such sin,

Greedy for a seismic win.

Satiating a hunger produced a loss,

With a very unfortunate cost,

An abandonment of the love,

Disregard for the olive and the dove.

A path we would not choose,

In which we now consume,

The very tainted tune,

Our masters had presumed,

Led the way to happiness

Or perhaps to the final rest.

But all we do we must

For if not then we will rust.

Sinking into a place

Justified by our race,

Glorified by those who hate:

A zombified state.

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Dada, ja ja ja ja ja,

Jinjja, baegopa,

Tata,

Turn your body round,

Baba,

Please don’t make a sound.

Chin chin,

Don’t choke on those two chains,

Clink clink,

Don’t leave any remains.

Yeah yeah,

Hara hetta,

Nah nah,

Knock that drank back lah,

Brother,

Don’t reach for that top shelf,

Mmhmm,

Stop asking for help.

Haha,

Drag them all down,

Blah blah,

Bleeding brawling clowns,

Poppa,

Don’t stop swinging now,

Hell nah,

Feel your reckoning now,

Fella,

Return to your place now,

Sister,

Better aim for that crown now,

Better keep to the same now,

Better lead with that pain now,

Insatiable and insane now,

Ha ha ha ha ha now,

Ja ja ja ja ja. Wow.

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Marcela

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