I came home different

I came home pretty today
I came home late today
I came home different

Tarnished and touched
Marked… and for the first time I ache… not of guilt but of comprehension
You noticed nothing
Did not sense a thing
And while that has always been my aim it pains me
Because you’re suppose to be different
Because you claim to know me… in and out
Because you my friend claim to be true love… and yet you saw nothing
Yet I battle both sides because it would torture me if you ever knew the truth
Or would it even affect you to know?

I came home pretty
I came home late
I came home different today

T.I.A.

Drip
Drop
Drip

Scorching sun
Black sweat
White men’s needs
Is a black man’s torture
Killing one another for less than one is worth
A mother weeps
Baby is so unconscious he can pull that trigger
So unconscious he could kill his own mother
So unaware of the real causes behind this…
Because a white woman needs a 5 karat ring

Drip
Drop
Drip

Slavery is never ending
Ignorance, poverty and oppression rule their lives
Ivory
Petroleum
Bling Bling
Bling Bling in America is
Bling bang here
All because she needs that 5 karat ring
Unaware of the many hands that were chopped off for the karats on her ring

Drip
Drop
Drip

But they’ll tell you T.I.A.
This Is Africa
No my friend it is not Africa
It is what we’ve made of it
And the west can sit behind a lens and call us savages
Yet these are the remnants of them raping our continent
Raping our land, our bodies and our minds...