Me. Myself and I
walking along the beach, hand in hand
beautiful blue skies, stepping across the sand
there was me, myself and I
happily intertwined as time flew by
as night begged and the sun set, anything but shy
full of will, hearts met
promises were made
as night faded
thinking to myself “we made it”
but were they looking ahead too fast
wishful thinking “we will forever last”
awoken by warmth, touched by her gaze
beautiful eyes locked me in a place
Me. Myself and I yet unable
as I's unlocked, pointing towards the table,
“'Don’t be lazy, let’s go out and eat”
a voice whispered, myself finding feet
food was served, a delicious treat
dimmed lights as we conversed, we ate in peace
so in sync, a worry the least!
Me. Myself and I
reach out with a single phrase
don’t expect from me a speech in praise
of somebody who couldn’t care less
about me, myself and my people under stress
placed by a system based on currency
profit engaged with greed, claiming “her heart is free”
TV drenched in propagandistic agendas
“Brave new world” alienating “the savage”, do you remember?
Silence me, if me, myself and I became a threat
my story is punctuated by the long silence of the dead.
Me. Myself and I
will never forget the day
when you came my way
would you blame me, having a try
to understand that cheerful cry
it is that cheer that keeps me strong
there’s nothing wrong
a bond greater than those. . .
call me simple minded, just keep it close
taken away by pride
having you by my side
call me ‘Ghetto child’
the one unable to hide
standing out
girl, you left me in doubt
raised to cope
fed with hope
don’t underestimate
those behind the gate
of society
son of liberty
shudders by the yard
welcome gestures trying hard
remember the river bed
the steppe I once had
the stem of the word
of my people that you heard
daughter of freedom
haunted by a demon
– global slavery –
don’t forget about me
Me. Myself and I
Mo Warsame in collaboration with Pen ‘N’ Paper
Copyright © 2011
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