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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Thursday, 7 July 2011

Its Me

i live with hopes and aims for my future
not with regrets and blames of failure
i'll do my best today
and learn from yesterday
I'll bow down to pray
To God to make me a way
Out of my darkest days
I'll set myself goals and piorities
accept life and its responsibilties
maintain relationships and live with humility
seek after quality and not decieving quantity
I'll listen to the will of my heart
Not struggle to go back and forth
I'm tired of wanting and searching
I'll start all over,first by listening and learning
I'll love myself
I'll trust myself
I'll accept myself
I'll be honest to myself
Deep down my will is good
Its been my souls food
Since the days of my childhood
Now I'll be there for myself
set myself free from unhealthy desires
No more seeking happiness in someone else.
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