I am De Man

i am the man 
you love to hate
sitting in the slums of
ghost town, trench town
back o' wall
no clothes 
to hide my nakedness
filth and mosquitoes smelling
bitin 400 years of black flesh
scarred by whips and sticks
i am the man 
locks entangled in 
your nightmares of
medusas and gorgons
unkept religious beliefs 
that pierce the side of
your Jesus in the sky
your vinegar has turned to blood
your water to mud
crucifix 
chokin on your life
of neo-colonialistic attitudes 
yes i am de man 
that came in 
clouds of ganja smoke
choking u to death
yet 
not killing u 
my eyes
seein a black god
casting doubt in your 
mind about your 
unexposed spirtual bein
black shadows
castin clear pictures
of an existance
drowned by 
false concepts of reality
black was beauty
until i walked 
with my barefeet
touchin your 
tar-ry pavements of
sadistic heat

u would have accepted i
if i came via
times magazine 
or
vogue
if only you were exposed 
to life
beyond your 
middle class gate

i am the man
you lov to hate
look
I am now your
next door neighbour

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