Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Ras I
Righteous so he said
While playing games with my head
Aspiring to be a great musician
Lying mind games, "tell me is that your tradition?"
Sarcastically his words inflicted upon me
"Queen of Sheba so sweet",
As you touched my head," yuh not strong, pretty"
Yuh weak mon!
I mumble within as if u know dis a woman
How many times u try/to/manipulate/play
Games/with/my mind
Rationalize the pain the scars to him was unseen
"I Rastafari, Africa he shouts
As he walk with his head held high proudly
Displaying his turban ites gold and green
Claiming you knows your history
Leaving me vex, stress and in a mystery!
Written by Maxine Foster
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