Somewhere In Life Is Love

Clearance

Consistently we stare into windows
Shopping freedom like an expensive coat
Waiting for the day it’s red tagged
Wishing we can put our freedom on layaway
So that we can hope for that day we can afford
Our freedom
The world closed their eyes for a holiday
And capitalism has given our freedom a price tag
Too rich for your blood
Too rich for your blood
To be shed on the newly buffed tiles
To trickle from your fingertips onto the cold wet soil
Strengthening roots
Creating a tree yearning to feel the wind blow through its branches
While we yearn for that sale on our freedom
Standing out in the crowd as we drag it
Kicking and screaming to the block
White folks knows its worth
The devil know its true value
But we’ve been searching for so long for an answer
That we could not tell that the answer was staring back at us
Tears streaming from its face
Knowing that it is not the answer we want
In order for something to lose value
People cannot want it
But everyone wants what was originally ours
And we willingly hand it to them
Because we have not let go of the submissive ideologies
The fallacies in a democratic hypocrisy
Created by diasporas, great awakenings
Emancipations and amendments to things not constituted
We assume that, because we historically had to ask
And buy and sell and steal and rob them of what was originally ours
We make the assumption that we do not have it
Therefore we continue to save
For that day of clearance
That day they say okay
And we hold our black fists high
With our own deed in our hands chanting
We are free
We are free
But, if our freedom has a deed
Then how free are we


To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737