mental fornication...
what my teachers thought to be education
forcing me through pages
of nothing but the history of white ages
poison dripping through my soul
hungrily like water sinking into desert sands
erasing my black thoughts...black voice
colouring me white, red and blue
like cheap abstract art
leaving me mentally impotent
like Armar's ostentious cripples
spiritually barren with a black hole for a soul
sucking in every custom and bad taste
floating around me...
as if i was born everywhere...anywhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very strongly put and very true too. I can very well empathise with you. This is what happens in the garb of enducation - Mental Fornication.