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Because I won't leave well enough alone.
Sep. 14th, 2013 04:50 am https://soundcloud.com/strchives/racefail-by-sajia-sultana-and
A friend of mine "remixed" "racefail" with added drone.
A friend of mine "remixed" "racefail" with added drone.
This is a spoken word piece I'll probably be performing tonight at a concert I'm headlining. It might not make much sense to that audience, but whatever.
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I was jealous of my mother's ivory skin
Feb. 12th, 2010 01:30 pmI was jealous of my mother's ivory skin
that paid the price towards being my father's bride
but could not make my father's father act kind.
She was sweet to the neighbours, desi and white
and raged at my father's blood in me
I was jealous of my white friend's ivory skin
that made her bellydancing look like the whirling of a pari
that bought her the hand of princes
I was disgusted by my father's devil-dark skin
I was disgusted by my grandmother's devil-dark skin
I saw her madness reflected in my art's eye
(I'm Pecola Breedlove
Maybe one day I'll find love
Maybe one day my brother will hurt me no more
Maybe one day my mother will be brave enough to hate and love)
I was jealous of my beloved's ivory skin
he told me my songs were precious
but not precious enough to buy his love
I was jealous of my daughter's ivory skin
that she inherited from her father who abandoned me
that paid the price towards being my father's bride
but could not make my father's father act kind.
She was sweet to the neighbours, desi and white
and raged at my father's blood in me
I was jealous of my white friend's ivory skin
that made her bellydancing look like the whirling of a pari
that bought her the hand of princes
I was disgusted by my father's devil-dark skin
I was disgusted by my grandmother's devil-dark skin
I saw her madness reflected in my art's eye
(I'm Pecola Breedlove
Maybe one day I'll find love
Maybe one day my brother will hurt me no more
Maybe one day my mother will be brave enough to hate and love)
I was jealous of my beloved's ivory skin
he told me my songs were precious
but not precious enough to buy his love
I was jealous of my daughter's ivory skin
that she inherited from her father who abandoned me
