Exotic beauty with a Failed Identity

I have embraced this theme of deprivation
due to my nationality and blood flowing through my veins affiliation
to speak upon ethnic strife has become my obligation
a necessity to vent a souls mute voice
facing rape, struggle, deaths, disease and has no other choice
struggling from hunger
of not food
Of not food, but for fortunate intellectual ponder
to have verbal use of educated wonders
and awareness of worldly adventures.
Empty stomachs has been added to cultural norms
unfortunate deception from outsiders becomes nothing less of a personalities form
clothes mudded and torn-
as animals they become degraded inhuman to accomplish a selfish score
overflowing in red-
a new color of the sand of Africa's horn.
a wrinkled skin with pigmentation of cocoa in dark
discriminated amongst self and have no self-oneness to part
observe the rainbow like colors under the suns reflection
from tribe to religious and ideological depiction
unsure why such corruption?
no economical nor political progression
has lead to sociological retardation
a sore wound facing inflammation
bombarded with nonsense-like deprivation
have you seen the ability of preventing starvation?
nuts, oil, trees. Fruits. and water fulfilling soulfull purification
to this extent we have been affected with historical colonization?
ignoring the prestigious opportunities
forced to be guided by white and not think of personal complexities
confront exposure this conflicting land
observe the future in their palms hand
and dried coffee cups,
oh the aroma
smell the burnt beans picked by your grandmama
her love to you passes you out into a heavy coma
her special scent- Her Special Scent erases the worries for ya
the story telling soul that opens arms from the long distant arrivals
teaching the daily terms and affiliate self in tribal-
dress, in colorful patterns and silk prestige
forget generic conceited women that chose to be single
this land? This land embraces beauty unrecognized nor idealized with overwhelming sense of humble
make a man confused and crumble
oh this land...
a product i have become
deprivation does not overcome
the definition of countries as a sum
we each completely differ
each soul unique with its night-full vigor
not by men holding an arm waiting to trigger - a weapon
But a young child, his life to him is incapable to figure
blinded by today’s pressure
unaware of his planned educated future

see these complexities?
confusing exotic beauty
And its all.. It is all dominated by the failed identity.