Nonchalant Posted November 26, 2002 Chaos errupts and the nightly concert of gun fire begins We all dash bewildered, atleast trying to gather the last of out things To where we go, at first we don't know Just continous steps as we walk, we only stop to go A new place a new beginning a new plot at times This akward land this awkward place with people held only before in our minds we think, More knowledge, more wisdom, more confusion And with the confused mind comes confused ideas Of an identity we think we still have An identity that was long ago stolen An identity we strive for everyday, searching, reaching, yearning Yearning to belong, to be included, to be labelled So what happends when we come to this new place We don't understand that we don't fit in a new people a new statistic a new race Young, Black and African we proudly procliam OUr labels, so dear we hold them African, with an American shirt African, with an Islamic name African, with straightened hair African, so proud to be...African but are we? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
