Black History: HomeTown


Being shipped a million miles away from home
Only to find myself in a city called Rome
Oh this city of green lights
A place so fine, amazing and bright
It almost gave me a fright
Hands and feet tied in chains
We bled and wept in pains.

Starving, cold and suffocating in this boat
Made me feel like a festive tobaski goat
In some far away fields and factories
We mourn and spit out our worries
Memories of what life use to be
Was our only cure and comforter
Working tirelessly was our only option
Can't help it we want to survive
No time to rest none to waste
Closest friends were our tools, sweat and dusts
For some tried to escape, some gave up the ghost
Others cried, committed suicide down by the coast
Nothing we did seemed too help!
Like sheep we were led from pillar to post
By our bullied arrogant hosts

This slavery has caused an erosion in our lives
It has washed away our hopes, ambitions and dreams
Sorrow, anger and betrayal were the looks on our faces
Captured taken and sold by our own race
Afraid of our challenges
Forced to be inspired by fears and insecurity
We tried to maintain our confidentiality and mentality

For home they say is were mama lives
We may have gone for so long
Sure we definitely would return some day
Joining hands and putting faith
Together we have made it
slavery and discrimination are now things of the past
It seems like it all happened so fast
Going back home, back to our native land
Were traditions and culture
Are filled with fun and mysterious adventures’
Were we can find a place to heal our wounded souls
Yes that's our roots, that's were we belong


Rayon Rashid

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Saturday, 15 May 2010

Love gone Wrong



Her love is so dark
All because of her ex jack
He cheated behind her back
Now she has a love fright
Looking sour and sexy
She would go out at night
Walking under the moon and street light
Hoping that she might
find her Mr. right
But she never had delight
With the ones on her sight
Looking in the mirror
She felt inferior
With all her efforts
She received no comforts
She was sick and sad
Coz life’s seems so hard
And it's driving her mad
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Sunday, 9 May 2010

GOING

Am returning home
Sounds cute and fun
My mood still cold
My hands still fold
Don't really like my zone
Coz of what have been told
Well then I was young now am old
No what ifs... I gotta be bold
Listen to my heart and soul
Doubts can't make me whole
It only digs an empty huge hole
Then leaves me alone
Mmmmummm..... I gotta go home
Missing it's green sweet nature
My childhood pals and our adventures
My natives and culture
Our minerals and agriculture
Missing the blue sandy seas
My firewood Cooked rice and peas
My home made nuts and garri
Which never gave me weight worries
Missing the big crowed noisy lorries
And more cheesy funny memories
I gotta be brave
Am not a chained slave
Nor lying dead in some grave
Or trapped in a cave
Where I cant be save

Written and Edited by:
Rayon Rashid
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