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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Being shipped a million miles away from home
Only to find myself in a city calledRome
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
This blog best describe me as an son, bother, partner, model, team member, student and an individual. Its a way of me expressing my emotions and appreciation to life and and acknowledging the people and THE things that are contributing to the success of my career. Its like my daily bread and so my poems, songs, friends and family are all gonna be TALKED ABOUT
Black History: HomeTown
Being shipped a million miles away from home
Only to find myself in a city called
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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