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« on: June 10, 2012, 11:13:29 AM »

Out of all the human races on this earth
I chose this one.
Out of all the places
I chose here.
Out of all the couples
I chose them.

Had I known that such a high price is to be paid just for being who I am
I may not have bothered coming at all.
Yuh see I was damn farse and outta place
Hurry hurry meh lil self in 7 months early
Thinkin' bout it...waiting the full term made no difference to the plague I enveloped my self in.

Yeah....this swaddling cloth through no fault of mine
Is as dark as West Indian dirt(fromSouth Trinidad to be exact-in d bush)
As tough as beautiful as leather under Rastaman fingers .
As radiant as dry season"s sun.
 As soft as Ethiopian wool.
As fragrant as La Brea Pitchlake.
 As life giving as Castara waterfalls.

I used to wonder if the clouds swirled in this bronze palette
Would it turn like milk in coco-payol coffee?
But the truth is as brutal as a dead dog on the priority bus route.

This garment I wear
A token of pride
Agift from the gods
A medal of the highest honour
Indeed i wear it....
..draped across and about my heart.
 Soldiering on like a TCL strike,
against all odds thrown at me-from history to mystery to present day trickery I yield yet my heart stands resolute

Hence i love myself,
I exalt in the glory and power that is-myself
and you.... YOU...despise ME?

Your bleached opinions of my majesty
speaks volumes of your blind /deliberate ignorance,
coiled ropes done sign and sealed my destiny
-I am nothing forever ,Fin?

Thus the enigma unfolds before me Chinese Fan fashion
but murderous.

Birth has sentenced me to a life of eternal validation for my existence and just like that-I am bound within the amour of my skin.
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