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Dylan Dhinsa Poem
Peroxide blonde and covered in petals,
Bleach kills flowers - She’s less softener than metal
A body rooted in pride, trying to run, Jackal and hide.
There’s some double entendres, catch them if you can,
There’s something about her, try to find it, you’ll both be damned.
To Cinderella she’s her own step sister,
Crying out for love, afraid of those who’d listen.
Just someone out there longing for a cause in existence,
Just someone out there, longing for a reason to stay persistent
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I won’t hold my breath for the day you stop butchering us. We already have enough issues trying to breathe with you around. They said one should never bring a knife to a gunfight, can you ask them what they said about bringing tear gas to a protest?
Since you’ve made your story, his story, let us tell you our story. We’re not as good as you when it comes to telling myths, no high jumping cows, no dubious tales of self defence, and especially no white Jesus... No one believed that one
Our mother country was forcefully penetrated by the lust and greed you had for her creations. Meanwhile our father, time, was forced to watch, incapable of defending her, castrated of his pride. You left her lands infertile, you left his seeds incapable.
We went to the doctors for the ills you caused us. You murdered Dr King in ‘68, so we’ve been stuck in the waiting room ever since. Herbs and crystals our people once used to heal. The herbs you criminalised. The new crystals you put in our communities didn’t help, we also found out Mr Escobar sold them cheaper.
In consolation, we got to see a black man in the White House, if only you treated him differently to every other black man in a White House, just another house negro. But if the blue man lives in the farmhouse, and the red man isn’t even on the right continent, then why is the orange man in the White House? You never did know how to treat the coloureds right. Just ask Columbus and his ‘Indians’.
My friends had an intervention for me, tried to convince me I was in an abusive relationship. They don’t understand, it was my fault that you lynched me. I’m still pretty to you, that’s why you copy my hair, copy my clothes, copy my lips, even the complexion. Somedays it’s blackface, others it’s a Kardashian.
Maybe they are right, maybe it’s time we break this off. I promise. It’s not me, it’s you. This relationship has no more left to offer. We have no more artists, inventors or scientists we want to feed to your slaughter, and we’re sure you can have more fun without us. No one knows how to party like the conservative middle class, am I right?
You: The entitled, the privileged, the ignorant, the cruel, sadistic, enemy of peace.
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Chandeliers hanging from the floor boards.
A kitty cat and a rabbit play silence on chords.
I ask myself, ‘what do I see before’
The spiders swing across to sing,
… ‘We’re all normal over here’
Normal, I ask?
They reply as expected
Spiders speak in a manner so soft snake’s slow slithers subtly detect it
Did you stutter?
Sorry that was unexpected,
The tea is late hence my feelings negate,
All for the price of ten shillings and sixpence
All my insanity comes with no deliverance
… I’m sorry, I must have missed the time
Candle sticks swings from horizontal walls,
And out of the distance my ears compute several subtle calls…
Teas ready
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Drowning in oxygen,
Freezing burns,
Tight space,
Why is this all weirdly normal?
Everyone is clearly confused
Because suffering silently,
Obsessive love,
Slowing plummeting
Isn’t to you acting normal?
I’m rejecting humanities contradictions
We become oxymorons
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¿I’m a historic photograph,
Of architected authors,
Actively arguing with musical philosophers,
About whether psychology is a science ¿
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I speak Renaissance’s of Non-senses,
but it’s not nonsensical,
Similar to the double negative that succeeds the thirteenth syllable
Twist your tongue back and fourth so bad it feels like you swallowed gorilla glue,
Waste of all our time but you’ve read so what you gonna’ do?
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Marks on her skin replace kisses of him,
Protection from insecurity, everything short of purity.
Burdens worn like makeup,
Hiding her eyes - vandalised by breakup
She’s been on this throne for as long as is known,
Regret is apart, so much isn’t home.
Hoping for more than doing as she can
Scars on her skin replace pictures of them
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So much a face I did once know
So much death do those eyes now show
So much for happy ever after,
Me? I’m probably into another disaster
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I know you shall leave,
But you can take nothing of what you left behind,
I never lied,
I speak of something nostalgic from another space of time.
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