Blood Transfusion
So my question to you is,
Why do you want a blood transfusion?
Is it because you deem
Being black a sin
That you are trying to dilute from within
Why do you want a blood transfusion?
Pumped up with ancestral blood
Racing through your every vein
You think your hood
By saying
I aint black blud
Why do you want a blood transfusion?
So you’re not black
From your
Enriched melinated skin
From plumped lips
To Shapely hips
Your strive not to die
Living your whole life as a lie
By repeating these words over and over again
I am mixed
When your heart is imbedded with gold
From gold coast
Why do you want a blood transfusion?
Wearing weaves
Costing heaps to the point where your prioritises
Are taking over your liberties
To reach infinite heights
Amidst of your will and might
You still don’t consider yourself black
Why is black so evil
Evil to the point where you powdered yourself skin deep
To not face reality
Africa
Your motherland
She has birthed thee
Yes thee and obviously me
Why do you want a blood transfusion?
The drumming of your heart beats with the rhyme and chime
Drop, jive and whine
Belting out I just love my people
However when issues arise
You hide away with pride
Contradicting your on views
To set yourself loose
You still want that blood transfusion huh?
This poem is about:
Our world