2Sense: Paradise Bound

I'm exhausted, so tired from societies tried and tested lies of middle classism. I'm sick and tired of seing black men and women in luxurious fur coats, coats slaughtered from livestock we used to own. With every dead beast is a dead beat black family,  landless, hopeless.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Overworked and underpaid,  yet my jewels would remind you of Pharaohs,  as if this were a God's next life, only my jewels are dept, violence and addiction. A life with no purpose,  but filled with bible quotes about salvation. 
Point me to the promised land,  point me to where being black is golden, where black children grow up without ever worrying about their next meal.

" But you sure complain alot ", they say. And I, frustrated, respond; " I am merely a tool chosen by God to speak of nothing but the truth ". Sleepless nights, like humans in streets,  only I have warm blankets to cover me from this cold world. We're not so different really, they use drugs to escape from the reality of life. We overload our lives with workload after workload,  wishing we had more than 24 hours, yet still none of those belong to healing one's soul. Point me straight to the noose the day my life gets taken over by the system.

Let my; slit wrists, overdosed bowels, my crushed neck,  my heavy heart, and run-down mind, leave traces of what this World truly is. Success and Failure,  love and hate,  slavery and freedom, Heaven and Hell, all in one place. You alone decide what you call it.

| By: Mfezeko Booi |

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