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Song Lyrics: Haunted House

“Verse 1

Regret always follows

Making you feel hollow

You promise it is the last

Even if you know it is a lie

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Poem / Song Lyrics: Nowhere

“Crisis

Crisis

That’s how

I see who I am

My humanity

Is questionable

Indefinable

Nowhere

Where am I from?

Nowhere

Where do I belong?

Passport

Passport

Worthless document

They think it is fake

My nationality

Defies fascism

Racism

Nowhere

Where am I from?

Nowhere

Where do I belong?

Colour

Colour

Just pigment

Yet, key in my life

My race

A construct

Conduct

Nowhere

Where am I from?

Nowhere

Where do I belong?

Roots

Roots

The truth

Although, recovering it, is painful

My ethnicity

Most important

Constant

Nowhere

Where am I from?

Nowhere

Where do I belong?

Identity

Identity

African heritage

Stolen, erased, trashed and enslaved

My soul

Invisible essence

Distress

Nowhere

Where am I from?

Nowhere

Where do I belong?”

 

By Emilie F. Yaakaar

All Rights Reserved © 2017

 

 

Extract from a Letter to an Old Friend

“[…] Oh Happiness, I miss you. I haven’t seen you since 2012. Every day it feels like if I am sleepwalking into Death, I want her to be my new best friend. My current friend is Apathy, which might be even more dangerous than Death. She makes me act like a ghost lost in the living world, not wanting to be found or seen, hiding behind the scenes. I no longer want to live, I don’t want to be here. I’m just trying to survive, work hard to get by. I wish Hope never left me, but she deceived me too many times. I shouldn’t have scared her away, but Reality told me to do so. I still think it was the right thing to do, yet sometimes I resent Reality for being so cruel. At least I learnt that being kind and submissive was a waste of time. I’m glad I got absolved from the death sentence that Hope and you imposed on me. However, when both of you left, you took Confidence with you. With Confidence gone, Insecurity took over my mind. So many illusions and dreams remain caged in my heart, but I can’t set them free because Insecurity took the cage’s key and threw it into a dark sea. I can’t recover it because I never learnt to swim, I never thought I would need to swim to save my life. I always saw myself as a free butterfly, not as a fish in a tank with a scratch. What will I do when the tank breaks and I fall to the cold ground with millions of crystals? Probably lay there and let out my last few breaths while hoping to cause a good impression on Death, my new best friend. […]”

Song Lyrics: Anarchic Mind

“(VERSE 1)

Growing up I had no guide

There was no one to teach me about my role

I kinda did what I wanted

I kinda was who I wanted

With no limits or social rules

Being part of the marginalised had its advantages

Hardly anyone cares enough to police you

I kinda created my own morality

I kinda shaped my view on morality

Without pressure or lectures

But, at some point, people got involved

My wings were cut off to push me into a box

I kinda felt like a prisoner of others’ desires

I kinda thought it was the end of my own desires

Which were in trouble and in danger

(PRE-CHORUS)

Those people started to be like

Clean this, clean that

Learn to do this for your future man

Cook this, cook that

Learn to serve the man of the house

Fix this, fix that

You are a girl, it is your task

Do this, do that

You are old enough, even if you are still a child

(CHORUS)

I’m sorry, that’s not gonna happen

And your expectations don’t matter

I don’t care about catering to men

I just want to be for myself

Changing for others is not in my plans

Where were others while I was suffering alone?

Don’t wanna limit myself to rise someone else’s ego

I’m not a slave or a puppet

My mind is filled with dreams and goals

Marriage, being a housewife and kids are not in those

Things might change, I’m still young

But, please let me live

Teach me to be responsible, but also carefree

Teach me to be mature, but also dreamy

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this

(VERSE 2)

Soon depression came

My brain was lost and my heart broke

I kinda was confused about everything

I kinda felt angry about everything

With a lot of resentment and sorrow

Forced into the mainstream

Into what was expected of a black female teen

I kinda thought they were right

I kinda didn’t want to prove them right

Without keeping my pride and arrogance

Yet suddenly I saw the light

That showed me the path to being strong and wild

I kinda went through a resurrection

I kinda reinvented myself through resurrection

Which motivated me and opened my eyes

(PRE-CHORUS)

Those people were still like

Clean this, clean that

Learn to do this for your future man

Cook this, cook that

Learn to serve the man of the house

Fix this, fix that

You are a girl, it is your task

Do this, do that

You are old enough, even if you are still a child

(CHORUS)

I’m sorry, that’s not gonna happen

And your expectations don’t matter

I don’t care about catering to men

I just want to be for myself

Changing for others is not in my plans

Where were others while I was suffering alone

Don’t wanna limit myself to rise someone else’s ego

I’m not a slave or a puppet

My mind is filled with dreams and goals

Marriage, being a housewife and kids are not in those

Things might change, I’m still young

But, please let me live

Teach me to be responsible, but also carefree

Teach me to be mature, but also dreamy

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this

(BRIDGE)

From every bad experience

You can learn a lesson

I learnt many

From the one in this song

One, there are no designed life paths

Two, there are no rules on how to be a girl

Three, arrogance is sometimes necessary

Four, arrogance is still problematic

Five, you can fake who you are if under pressure

Six, you can fake who you are till you crack

Seven, sacrifice comes at a huge cost

Eight, sacrifice is sometimes worth it and others not

 (CHORUS)

I’m sorry, that’s not gonna happen

And your expectations don’t matter

I don’t care about catering to men

I just want to be for myself

Changing for others is not in my plans

Where were others while I was suffering alone

Don’t wanna limit myself to rise someone else’s ego

I’m not a slave or a puppet

My mind is filled with dreams and goals

Marriage, being a housewife and kids are not in those

Things might change, I’m still young

But, please let me live

Teach me to be responsible, but also carefree

Teach me to be mature, but also dreamy

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this”

 

By Emilie F. Yaakaar

All Rights Reserved © 2016

 

 

 

 

Poem: History is Today

“Back in school

I was taught about tragedies

Wars, deaths, genocides

The darkest crimes

Which were supposed to be

Things of the past

Never again seemed a true promise

That I have never seen materialised

Apathy has always been

Evilness’s best friend

While action has always been

Goodness’s inseparable pal

Yet, good and evil

Are misleading results of power

Which is used for greatness

That tends to end in restlessness

One of the present cases

Were promises are just words

Is the Holy Land

Also known as Palestine

A forgotten land

A disputed land

A deathly land

Where justice is on demand

Occupation has wrecked the nation

An illicit wall broke community bonds

Spread checkpoints are playgrounds for mortification

Inexplicable arrests cause daily unrest

Racist profiling is okay for the security of Israel

Apartheid is normalised through lies

War crimes don’t matter because all lives no longer matter

And settlements expand in indigenous land

But be aware, Palestine is more than repression

It is a beautiful region sweetened by nature and art

Mother of Abrahamic faiths

Father of the holiest places

Home of delightful culinary arts

Grave of the bravest hearts

Bed of intelligent dreamers with vivid minds

Full of beings like the rest of us

Resistance is the norm

It is a pledge kept by sword

Spread through writing

Maintained alive with turmoil

The right to return

To live and breathe

Is at the heart of a revolution

That can’t remain unaddressed

Liberation is pursued in different ways

Calls for nonviolence and diplomacy

Often silence rather than make change

Giving more power to the oppressor

Determining the way to liberation is not my task

Supporting the struggle is my right

Which I will happily exercise

Till there is a free Palestine”

 

-Written inspired by my time in Palestine in August 2016. You can read about it here: https://findingmyselfinsideme.com/?s=bzu+work+camp

By Emilie H. Featherington

All Rights Reserved © 2016