PasopNegra

 Finifugal :(n.) hating endings; someone who tries to prolong the inevitable/ final moments My grandfather always told us stories of his past. Oddly enough, he always chose to dwell there rather than face the reality he was currently experiencing. Today, in particular, he preferred to recount the story of how he lost his wife. Whenever he talked about it, his deep-set eyes held a clock turning back to that time. A certain kind of pain wrenched a guilt-filled moan from his very chest. I was drowning myself in kachipembe again that day. Though the war was over, I felt like I was in the middle of the battlefield again. The stench of rotting blood, mud, and gunpowder still lingering in my nostril s. With each sip, we would teeter between reality and memory. The young boys would urge us to tell them our body counts, from our most gruesome kills to the most dangerous missions we would tell them all for another bottle of beer and moonshine. Tonight was no different, I drank till I pis...

Africanus. how do we describe the different shades of the motherland...the array of cultures and languages deeply rooted into the land. Ancestor. how do i communicate with my children if they allow greed and curiosity cloud their minds and give up their brothers and sisters without an ounce of remorse or regret. Nigger.  how do we stop our selves from flinching every time a pig whips us or even insults us, laughing at their best work of slavery. Black. how do we explain the word without it having other meanings attached to it. Us. how do i smile at such a word when you house niggers and and white washed whores smiled down at us toiling and festering in the fields under this hot sun. Kaffer. how do you accuse me of being a godless man when you mean we are nothing but dirty animals that needed to validate their humanity. Broer. how do you try and cover up your crimes to us by teaching your children to fear us while we learn to instigate that fear. .... PasopNegra

The smell hit me before she did My only escape is when I hid In my dreams In my prayers wishing to god that I don't ever smell that barley breath It intoxicated her mind Its funny how we are similar just different We both have a different definitions to our word called escape When will we both realize its enough Enough with being in a drunk state of mind Enough with just taking the bullshit excuses every morning after Enough with the lies to the outside world Enough with the marks marring your beautiful dark skin Soon there will be an escape... Hang on Enough will soon come _ PasopNegra