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He Hugged Me


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This package is wrapped in patronage and pity

I must open it like I do all rap gifts

A vintage car drives up deprivation road

through a schooled camera

Kids with a sharp eye to the lens tell the hard story

Dandora Music is on the screen

looping at the start of a journey

It also sits on a chair across from me

Innocently creeping up on me

I am arrested

 

Fully acquiesced to my adult questioning

Dutifully pieces his life together

All my talking is not relaxing me

Submission and confidence

blend on him and not as a paradox

He occupies the easy space that I cannot fill

He lives between limitation and opportunity

Making some effort without any strain

He’s perched on a soft parental cushion that I can’t see

I come down from my walled in seat

Vulnerability is the only position

from which I might see him

 

He swaggers in last for the meal

Youthful sexuality strangely at home with humility

Washing dishes into a place in my heart

I must see this man again

I measure a cautious distance to say goodbye

But he crumples it and throws it in the trash

He hugs me

The magic in the air locks into a miracle

A current washes over me

And my heart takes the place of order and memory

 

BT

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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I want to look like you


Yeah

Yes…you

A wild swinging bridge
over the ordinary to the extraordinary
The shine around our reflection
The kind they violently love to hate
Nestled in my IPod
You’re the one we all have of late

Its exciting to you see again
A resurrection of the rap
Shooting from the ambien tomb
Filling all my rhyming gaps
You’re the bright future of this craft

Your thumping way
– on which you healed
You’re that great journey that never ends
A rocking road where I dance
The distance I will travel

A magical mould where others are made
You’re that which is all of us
I want to look like you
Always stand tall
when you feel the ground quake

BT

(below is another reason why…at 2.56 mins)

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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I am a believer


A man

I’ve never been here before
My breath catches
The sound races through me
Senses barely keeping up
The clock stops ticking
Words lock into rhythm
I can’t move
Then filled with rap fuel,
I eject into his sphere

My hands hold my mouth back
I know but can’t say
That I’ve touched heaven
Zapped by mighty power,
I rock with the angels
I close my eyes
that only see a man
When I know that I’ve met God

Thousands of Spirits
Jump out of dark suits
Screaming and shouting
Crying and sweating
Here we are one
We are in deep and free
He loves millions into his embrace
The music stops
I still believe

BT

 
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Posted by on July 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Identity


Elizabeth. Named after the Queen of England

Raini. After A Russian royal

Patrice Lumumba. Because his struggle would not be in vain

Brian. To forget the British

English names can also come from America

African parents naming children

to be part of a bigger and better world

The cackling toddler’s laughter makes the baby anew

Pudgy, cuddly, cutie little Princess

Mmmpah.. mmpah.. sweet Munti Lulu

Strong superman, the little Daddy

Kamathai, Kamathai, Kamathai ka mummy

I was mummy’s boy before I fell into the humiliation of hatred

I was daddy’s little girl before I met you

 

On the Nairobi-Frankfurt you throw food at me

Like this old aeroplane, you couldn’t be bothered

Pulling me out of line, in Europe, to keep others safe

In America, you place change on the counter

Our hands of different shades must not touch

Am Elizabeth but the Queen’s dog gets better treatment

In Nairobi you can hear me but in New York you will not

Subtitles on the English that I’ve spoken all of my life

Sesame Street, 60 minutes, Will and Grace. What is mine?

Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, The Grateful Dead. Who is mine?

Black, Hispanic, White, Mixed. Who am I?

 

I am Atieno, the beauty of the full moon

Arap Somoei who was not afraid of the white man

Ole Senani. I came home with the lion’s head

Wamuyu like my hardworking aunt

Jaote for all the proud people of Africa

Try pronouncing my name

you who calls me a nobody

I am a somebody from a wonderful somewhere

With a heritage as rich as kente cloth

You think only of yourself but we eat pilau off one tray

We built the pyramids while you were swinging on trees

Don’t mess with me, these scars are from a lion hunt

 

The great river a red river of our Tutsi blood

War weary eyes succumb to hunger at home in Somalia

My Congolese aunt is fodder in the rape capital of the world

My Kenyan namesake is accused of crimes against humanity

Shame weighs on my neck and I can no longer lift my head

I cross the street and hide when I see you

But you and I are human and need to buy food

When we are at the store, our eyes meet

Your eyes are the blue of understanding

Mine are brown with gratitude

Our glance, a gripping bond, stripped of all but our humanity

My father was right, you were always my brother

And I will call you by my name

 

BT

 
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Posted by on March 27, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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I’m Afraid Of Your Words


Your words are sharp and fast

Your neck rises like a soldier

Your eyes glare to announce

the news from a troubled place

We duck when you open your mouth

 

Blood is spluttered everywhere

She clutches her stomach

disembowelled of dignity

He crouches to hide his body

that has been stripped bare

 

She was not standing in your way

He is not a weak man

You are shooting too hard

Words make no return trip

Make peace where they are born

 

BT

 
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Posted by on February 29, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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