Who will bring the beat back and ghetto love to street corners
I am a woman of colour and each one of my shades speak the truth
I am a woman of languages, tone and texture
and each one comes from a place where I am a foetus inside Afica's womb
Who gave birth to Virgin Blood and whose cries leak non stop
A place where hearts beat of African drums which they now call 'hiphop'
A place where poetry no longer becomes a gift, but a curse
Where black becomes I
I become it
It becomes beautiful
Yet why does this beauty hurt?
A place where my mother tongue has been commercialised
and sold to the slavery of ignorant minds
But after this you will have officially been poetrized
Video babes selling their 50cenct worth of oodies in Candyshops
Dancing on table tops
But no Brown Sugar, I will not llick the lollipop
So he calls her his bitch and this Anorexia becomes Mindsex
and she starves herself so that he can fit and feel better in-side there
She doesnt come from the body of a man, but the beauty of a woman
I am nobody's long-weaved bitch because
I AM NOT MY HAIR!
I had a conversation with God lastnight in search of Zion
But it's a mess
She told me she can't breast feed religion 'cause there is a lump in her breast
And this spiritual cancer is eating away faster than its kiss of death
Hiphop is dead 'cause bling has taken over
Hiphop is dead 'cause bling has taken over
So who
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