Title: Mind Drift
BLACK BROWN BLACK BROWN
synonyms that caused a rift
an atmospheric split, left you on the fence
I came to let your mind drift
see the hieroglyphics
how man de-conquered it
…
WOW
pulled a blanket over your eyes
switched the faces like a magic trick
you can't trick pair of eyes
who sees right through the bullshit
*cough*
bullshit
*cough*
BULLSHIT
Aztec’s rich in pigment
Incas rich in pigment
Natives filled with melanin
we came not by boat
we came by means of intelligence
…
synonyms clouded your mind
decoded a difference
whose differences was similarities
a common language
with a common mother
whose womb held us all together
…
In those differences
structured sentences
re-classified
your history dies
hieroglyphics never lied
…
you abide the lies
your history dies
cuz you believed in the disguise
that revised your grandmother, her mother, her mother’s mother
your grandfather, his father, his father’s father
lengthwise history...
what stretched sucked the breath from outer space
drew life into your lungs
whose tongues taught you were you came from
now a brokerage farm
...
BLACK BROWN BLACK BROWN
synonyms that caused a rift
an atmospheric split
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