POEMS by Nina Bhadreshwar 1 KILLERWEIGHT written 1994, 10TH WATTS 1995 - self-explanatory
1 KILLERWEIGHT
If I destroy myself
I still can't destroy my Self
If I love my Self
I still don't love myself
If I die to my Self
I truly free myself
You say Life will
Knock me off the ledge
Friend, I've already been there
And back and back and there
So many times I don't remember
Kraziness was saner
So I decided to stay there
If the upper strata of society
Has the mental capacity
To destroy humanity
Unjust laws, wars, greed
Police brutality
Then count me in with
The beggar, thief and imbecile
The very bottom of the human slaghill
Yes, I am the outcast
But I bet you I'll outlast
Any clever fool
From now til infinity
Serendipity
Was never my forte
The doctor said I was very naughty
Sick and mad,
Anorexic, psychopathically bad.
Gave me 6 months and a drip to live
But a cure he couldn't give
With nothing left to lose
Not a chance to stand
I walked out the door
Slipped through their hands.
The truth was the medicine
He should have fed me on
But I got that another way:
From the Bible, my conscience
And what the black man say.
I face facts and revelations -
Play sceptic with explanations.
Now the 5 stone is 9 stone freak
And she has learned truth to seek
I'm living and laughing
Giving and mastering
The weapon of love
In a 'black & white' world
There's no room for colour
But that's what I am
God-created not faded
Raised by a mother
Spirit in paradise
Body now dust
But this woman taught me
The Lord God to trust.
My heart is my story
It's not written on skin.
Stop staring at my face
And start staring within.
Learn to read a person right
Cuz Life's not printed in black and white.
10th JANUARY WATTS 1995
It's raining blood
Not water today
The news tells me it's a state of emergency
The flood is rising
And the stars are falling
(But they don't report that)
The moon turned red
It's on
And on and on til the breakadawn
And it don't stop last night this morning
Pop-pop-pop-barokk!.44 shot
Using death like plastic
To buy another soul sealed in a bodybag casket
The blood calls too loud she screams too wild
I think they massacred the projects
Tell someone please but no,
Not even the police dare face the truth
Of an unwanted youth
And the reality of death, death in all of us
They say it's just them
Crazy niggaz making up a fuss.
I hear your wail, momma, I feel your sobs, homie
Is it blood or rain soaking under my front door?
The 'worthless 1 dollar'
Life leaves a void where a faceless
Bodiless bigger than life
Pain
Screams deeperlouder higher deeper
Waking the millionaire fat tycoon in his jumbo jet sleeper
The prisoner in his cell,
The dope fiend in his pleasureless hell,
The child from her slumber.
No, it was not a number
But a soul.
It was not all about getting paid or paying back,
Being down or not taking no slack
It was about saving your soul
You said this was hell
But now hell is a hole
Spiralling down down with no ground
Despair and destruction
Are the Real Gangsters of the Ghetto,
Ignorance the weapon,
And fear the dope.
Choke out knowledge,
Crush dreams and hope
Love God, love thy neighbor, love thyself
Change cuts deep to the heart
For unless we start soon
Twilight zone
Forever enters the dark.