sydney conteh

When the sunsets
The ground metamorphies to show demons
The darkness housing claws and teeth
Only broken by hopeful streetlights
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This soul of mine has been broken
Broken by demons disguised as angels
You can still see the scars they caused
This soul of mine has climbed mountains
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I need a translator

Cerebro decir
Ayuda
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The lines hold back grey matter bars of hate
Paragraphs are the chains that hold them back
Vowel and consonants
Create a multitude of traps
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If I can have a superpower
I will have super strength
Why, because
Body moves forwards
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(Disclaimer: contains the theme of suicide, if you are going through this, please seek professional help. Services from the UK will be noted at the bottom of this poem)

The first time you think of suicide
You may have a smile on your face, but inside you will be crying out
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I hate you sometimes
I hate how you always search for love, but always in the places, it does not exist
Just to paper mache your face to the world
So that the world sees you are searching for love, yet you do not feel it
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I walk through your neuron pathways
Skipping past myelin sheath rocks
And looking at grey matter trees
They were once so green
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It is said
The world does not a cruel world understand black pain
Broken bones concealed, with hand-carved smiles
Cuts covered constantly continuing
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It is said
The bigger the hair the closer to heaven you are
The longer the hair
The closer to your roots
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Shosholoza Shosholoza ku lazontaba
Stimela sipum'e South Africa
Wen uyabaaleka
Ku lezontaba
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Am not patriotic enough
Are my scars not deep enough
Are my calluses not hard enough
Are my nightmares of guns and bloodshed
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My Malcolm says
I will fight
I will fight when you treat my skin like a garden to practice your racism
I will fight your racism with my black beauty
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