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A person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior.

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Thursday, October 17, 2013

"Bones" at Poets Passport



You're so big now.
Oceans for eyes, I see you seeing the world.
I feel you feel the world, in your fingertips,
as you claw your way, day by day
..through jungles of concrete, with diamonds on your feet.
I see you fight, tooth and nail, for big cheques with your name in the mail
I see you demand your rights; as women, and men, and children and them
I see you face adversity and counter it with humility.
I see you feed the poor, and show them they're not poor,
but teach them - to want more.
More: For their souls
More: So they know
More: So they grow
Oooooh. You're so big now

Broken heart with wings like darts
I watched you fall in Love
I watched you prance to rhythms in foreign lands,
And dance till you're dizzy on foreign sands.
I watched you admire distant places and different races,
Drunk, with inferiority, you accepted their superiority.
I watched you trade our castles for stones
And your flesh, for bones.
I watched you fall so deep [so deep] in Love
But mostly, I watched you fall, out of Love
With the souls of those whose blood flows through the very marrow of your bones

I watched you grow your leaves, and cut your roots
I watched you feed your mind, and nourish your soul
Then turn your back on those that came before
I watched you make your footprint in the world, 
Then forget your way back home.
Long walk to freedom, but the only thing you're free from, is the wisdom
to see that from yourselves is who you steal from.
..with no one to tell our stories, the only narrative is one that dims our culture's glory.

I watched you fall, in Love, with birds in distant skies
and reject the beautiful doves that hover above your own eyes.

Tongues, heavy with the weight of praise you have for tongues other than your mother's
I can barely hear you when you whisper to me and your forefathers.

But, I am, the soul, whose blood flows through the very marrow of your bones
I AM THE SOUL, WHOSE BLOOD FLOWS THROUGH THE VERY MARROW OF YOUR BONES

But you're grown, you're so big now.
I wonder if you feel me, can you remember me?
Do you know me?
Cause then why do you Love only them, 
and not me.