Forged Faces.

The following poem is dedicated to people who I have come across in my life- who are one thing to my face, and another thing behind my back. I'm sure we've all come across people like this, so I hope you are all able to identify with this piece :)

Forged Faces

Your eyes forge lies.
so that you can build a fort on my lows and high's,
Light-housing my nights and days,
Waiting for me to sink and not return to shore,
Because your surity is in my destruction.
Happiness in my humility,
It brings me spiritual reconstruction.

So though my smile is your doomsday,
Watch and smile back like a child watching late cartoons on a school day..
Following my tail just 'cus u flipped heads and I won success through rejecting the common coin choice,
Yet because I neglect to notice the denominator over the numerator,
you try speaking in swaggd out rolls royce verses.
But you come across rather bentley,
so I recommend you sit back in the closet and close-it.

I'd rather listen to myself speak than hear utterances from a phoney,
because rehearsed verses don't work in free-styles or even real-life
so dial 999 cus you're personality is dead.
Suicide of your introspect as your counterfeit self can't even show minimal respect, by saying what you need to say to my face.
Instead you lose face in the act of trying to disgrace my image,
your tongue like venomous lace
tying knots to secure me...
Bred by your insecurity...
As you tread over prostrating heads to cry 'religiosity'
till lies and your speech become joint ..in matrimony.
Fired rings on your left hand, as my 'love for all' burns you..
Warms your body yet youre still involved in that which don't concern you.

The bank of lies that your mouth saved up,
may have gathered interest as the years have accumulated,
but usury is haraam, so it add up to less than you approximated.
So maybe you need to get your facts straight and get a current account of what the real story is -I heard they do them at HSBC.

Enfringing your speech with envious decorations
So your explanations dont appear as victimisation..
But when it comes to the nitty gritty all you're after is occupation.
Not caring about oppressive behaviours..
you inflict pain on me worse than a mothers 9month labours,
No.. I'm not speaking about tyrannical leaders taking over nations..
I'm speaking about you.

'Speak' poem (Lyrical Art slam)

Speak.. As your tongue facilitates your brainwaves
That accumulate, crashing against another wave
And another wave..
so eloquently
yet so catastrophically ..You SPIT a tsunami.

Feeel.. The WRATH of a slave who says they are slave to One, and master to none. As I AM A SLAVE, and you are a slave.. To al-jabbar, an Qahhaar.

But mankind twists bitter chains around melanin-rich wrists and slaps fairtrade stickers on whip-lashed backs
so
suddenly
slave labour drops the slave and leaves his labour, so wake up and smell the coffee..

Wake up and smell the sweat of your forefathers essence in the coffee that they sweltered in the heat to produce for YOU
and let it hit home that THIS is not your home.
THIS is semi-permanent residence that your grandfathers built from a place of ethnic majority and proud heritage.
Your grandfathers who had the REAL 6pacs with no protein shakes..

Who never let their desires enslave them, but kept their lusts enslaved, yet their progeny runs away from heritage, ashamed to claim they carried on there fathers muslim name.

Hear.. the message that was revealed.
Listen.. To the message that angels carried and a Prophet spoke. That satan can never alter so he tries alter what's in us.
The teachings that first abolished and gaves slaves rights.
The teachings that liberated the heart of kunte kinte, as he said 'salaam' and not 'hey gurll' to fanta.
The teachings that now get manipulated and associated with the taliban,

See.. How america suffered 3 big bomb attacks, yet no one speaks when hundreds of bombs are dropped in warfare.
Like as if having no more slaves to whip and linch gives justification for going into the middle-east.
So whilst you are fighting
A war against a figment of your imagination
That the media implanted
That your hands enacted
Your nationalism enhanced it.
The next time I say 9/11 I will not be talking about the time,
I will be talking about the time..
Not the day politicians repetitively remind
Us of
To justify their reasons for creating war, and not love.
Claiming to be clean of sin, but the only hygiene they have is in ethnic cleansing..

No more slaves so they take it out on Iraq...
No more slaves so they take it out on Afghaanistan...
No more slaves so they take it out on palestine, chechnya, sudan and lock brothers in Guantanamo bay.

They make me sick.

We see you step up, politically elite on podiums, but your legs move in backward rotations,
tracing steps that descend down hazy coloquilisations,
taking you back to cervical barriers as you walk back into the womb,
as its the ONLY way your mentality would allow you to go through..

Infancy became and is your residency,
as you lodger adulthood to give you power and presidency.
Slamming fists against the skin of your motherland,
Roots so toughly inbred u can't retreat as your hands have done the opposite of freeing you.
so where you came from isn't an honour as its hackable, no purity as attack is not honour..
So suddenly my melanin conencentration in your perception moves me down in ranks on the scale of attraction , but you forget that its what's inside that will raise me in rank in the hearafter.
And what is up with this silly word they use called 'tolerance'..? Like if you see an ethnic minority you should TOLERATE it. What a ridiculous politically accepted term.
How about replacing 'tolerance' with the word 'appreciation'.. ?
Appreciating us because we bring colour to your life..
As it was US that helped you in World War 2,
yet its US you wage world war 3 against. Don't hate.. Appreciate.

One of the most beautiful things in this world is the rainbow..
So learn to love colour.