Half Breed...

Half – Breed

Being a mixed race female in Britain, “you red mixed race, white-washed coconut, go black home”
Nothing’s new, I’ve heard it all before like in the 1970’s, racism’s still at the forefront of controversy Ethnic cleansing to religious defending, I’m just trying to blend in
Half white, but my post-traumatic senses show me how the black man feels
Half black, but my instinct knows how the white man sees me
Half my life in a white environment & the other half in a black and multi cultural environment
Constantly asked “what do you feel more, black or white”, such a stupid yet vital question
Reflecting thought’s of young & confused, no knowledge of black people & no sense of being black
Racist chants & physical scars let me know I was different & not white, a coconut oblivious
Reality kicked in teenage years, ignorant & proud to be different, proud to be black & yet still lost
Angry & rebellious I confronted the negative arrogance of the white man
Questioned & teased by the black man, beyond a lost world of what am I, black, white or mixed
Messages & thought’s stirred my soul, as my 3rd eye opened I started to see
Everything & all exists by sharing and co-operation, a mixed amalgamation of life as we know it
Eye’s share this poem as your brain evokes emotion & feeling, that waters a seed that feeds your soul
I am what I am, I am who I am, happy, contented & proud I wouldn’t want to be any other
I’m a 30yr old mixed race female, a single parent to my son 10½yrs old, I'm just an energy
Residing in this body to learn and grow, finding me was a hard yet wonderful discovery
Before I go, I’m exposing super powers and governments who dictate how you must live your life
Love is the most powerful word & feelings of energy, as “Garnish particles” revitalizes your soul
Essence of existence, is this precise moment that you are consciously aware your alive and living
In a pool of ripple effects feeling & spreading love to our unborn great, great grandchildren
2093, 70yrs from now medical & technological advancements of clones experiencing world war 4
A second coming of sarcasm, along the lines of subliminal evil witches & devils going crazy
Times a concept almost run out, love yourself & those that feel & receive the energy
Pray for the deceiving Rothschild’s & Rockefellers, a spiritual pedigree of the controlling minority
Now back to me, I’m just Melanie trying to be free from a society that’s trying to keep an eye on me
No different to you or anybody, colour is apparent and insignificant
Racist dynamics of spiritual elements in DNA is the objective & the key
Unlock the puzzle & set your self-free, hippy talking, Shakespearian bible bashing 60’s throw back
God is real, real is love, love is life, life is sharing, sharing is word’s of peace & harmony
Being a mixed race female in Britain, is like being me, like your being you, you just are, as it just be
In the center of the maze of life, this poem just stop’s as it just be

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Melanie Layton.
11 February 2003