Where colour blind hypocrites claim to dine,
in the full spectrum, but so often unwind,
the rainbow when they are all embalmed in wine.
The atrocities we have witnessed to protect just one colour,
Who pedaled death, burning crosses, gravity and rope.
And bigotry and phobias well…they’re simply exhausting.
The millennial way to take offence, hate, divide or put someone down.When someone embraces cultures or dares to ride,
On another man’s horse due to beauty…and not hide!
Judgmentally told to just look and not touch, and not steal.
The word to celebrate has now been replaced with the offence to well…ap-prop-riate.
For a culture to now demand that permission is sought,
So I now need to ask,
When someone embraces cultures or dares to ride,
On another man’s horse due to beauty…and not hide!
Judgmentally told to just look and not touch, and not steal.
The word to celebrate has now been replaced with the offence to well…ap-prop-riate.
For a culture to now demand that permission is sought,
So I now need to ask,
And If he said no, he’s honoured to share,
His history, his stories, his nation’s past.
Well doesn’t that stop the issue dead in its tracks?
As appropriation is to steal or simply to snatch.
To take without someone else’s permission,
But I asked your friend with no prohibition!
If I caused offence with my cultural appropriation.
And If he said no, he’s honoured to share,
His history, his stories, his nation’s past.
Well doesn’t that stop the issue dead in its tracks?
As appropriation is to steal or simply to snatch.
To take without someone else’s permission,
But I asked your friend with no prohibition!
Well I would have come back and simply said,
That I wanted to share his land and show,
The world, the beauty of his cultural glow.
So you see us people with souls are being purely objective,
And the offence you take is painfully subjective.
But it offends me that YOU have labelled ME,
As someone whose out to empty your seas.
But I do want to rejoice and enjoy what creates you.
It’s fresh and new and steeped in history,
Much like mine is, which is no mystery.
And I don’t want to dilute what you need to reserve,
I am a part of a group that just wants to preserve.
And I have no friends from your far distant land,
To prove to the world that I’m not biased or bland.
To empathise with you not push and not shove.
So I want to protect all that makes up your life,
With no agenda, colonialism, profit or lies.
You see I just like his skin art and I love your hair,
And just wish I could pull off the same with such flair.
But I’m exhausted of proving my authentic intentions,
Pedro Batpoet 