RELEASE 3: METAPHORICAL PERSPECTIVE WITHIN
These Chains
By: Rami Naamna
Luxury or bondage, my concept demanded
Mantling the skin of black folk, to either highlight or imprison
Visions of distant past, my links granted me perception
Perceiving my ancestors formed in ancient Egypt
Made of pure gold, recognizing royalty for the sake of recognition for the pharaoh
Dual purpose I was formed for
Pharaoh wore the chains his slaves wore on their feet and around their palms
Not to say we are one and the same, but to say “I am better”
Superiority complex filled the nation, formed pyramids and schemes
Therefore conceptualizing what a chain could dream
Chains worn by slaves, taken across the sea
Segregated and denied the concept of glea
worn chains so they cannot be freed
Taken to foreign land to pick cotton, aspects of what life can be
For a black person, either exploited or freed
But “freed” is a loose concept when chains are all that you see
Controlled one way or the another, the links take different forms
Exploited by higher power, I feel bad for the black people
My design is meant to imprison, segregate their ideologies
and brainwash all the children to love the white man
Fast forward, begin to use chains as coping mechanism
or suicidal practice, depends on the person you see
Purchase chains that reflect the trauma they have received
try to hide it due to the Neighbourhood that had grieved
For a child to end up dead from gang violence
Or brutality from higher powers, hired like exterminators
Exterminate their culture, exterminate their people
Exterminate their rights and the belief they could be equal
Exterminate false belief that they could do more bodily harm
Than the white man could with pure words and his belief in god
“Nigger!” He would preach in every time period since the word was introduced into our society
Societies burdened with laws too impractical for a black person to live by
Chains formed by the apartheid
Chained down by government, or fake dictatorship
Chained down by the bonds you might receive at an institution
The higher quality the chain, the more you may gain from it
Or the easier it’ll be to hang from it, I can see
and understand why one might hang from a gold chain
But I do not wish to be used a noose so as much as you
Wish to be enslaved by the countries you live in
Or to be enslaved by the media, too common for us chains to believe
That a bond might prosper in society, link chains aren’t one and the same
Hang from me my beloved, enslaved for suicide and extermination
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Caterpillar Society
By: Rami Naamna
Am I human or a caterpillar
A black caterpillar with wings, because he doesn’t know how to sprout a cocoon
Caterpillars walk and wag, venture for miles, eat leaves, find who they are, sprout and fly
A society of caterpillars
Y’all ever wondered what a caterpillar with a chain would look like
The stereotype of a black man set on a caterpillar
A cocoon that shoots watermelon seeds like a black man would shoot guns?
A caterpillar that sags its body like a black man would sag his pants
A butterfly that wears all black so it’s prey can be afraid, like in the hood so people don’t fuck with em
All black mean you a real n#gga? Rep red or blue wings mean you real, don’t rep a gang and then what, you get shot?
Get captured by a human, the popo
Framed for a crime you didn’t even commit because you look like the black man next door?
Catch a butterfly for the collection of racism
Is that all I am?
A butterfly that grows to die
Caterpillars are not free to those who are scared of bugs
like those who believe Black people are considered a threat
like the people who consider all Muslim’s as terrorists
A threatening terrorist is what I am
Is isis a gang or an army of war?
What gang the butterfly rep?
What seeds does it preach
What seeds will it sprout
Am I a black man or a caterpillar?
A caterpillar without the wings because I’ll die before I get the chance to let them sprout?
Spout all these words like a gun
I gattle and the police jiggle and giggle, it’s all fun until I’m shot for it
Go to sleep wake up one day, corpse outside my apartment
Is that the society of the caterpillar?
A black caterpillar with a cocoon as a gun
Keep it in its back pocket and shoot watermelon seeds
Instead of leaves I would eat fried chicken
Wear my cocoon like i wear a du rag
Why is it that a caterpillar has to sprout wings for it to be called beautiful?
Why is it that The black man is only considered a threat because people are afraid he holds a gun?
Does the black man shoot the watermelon seeds to protect themselves from the Zulu butterflies?
Or does the butterfly shoot the .12 to protect himself from all the other colours
Is it the emotion of the black man that determines the colour of its wings, or the past of the butterfly to determine its gang colour
So many questions to ask the black caterpillar, who will grow up to be a butterfly who bleeds the same colour of the watermelon he’s shoots seeds out of
But the butterfly won’t get to answer the question, for the black man will scream “I can’t breathe” before he can enter his cocoon
And the society afraid of the caterpillar will fall on top the neck of the butterfly because they are afraid of the seeds they possess
But do not fear, for it was a misconception
Not all butterflies use guns, it’s all good
And instead of the destruction of the cocoon, the officer gets kicked out the society of the caterpillar
The pillars of the butterfly cater to the society of a caterpillar, are they one and the same
Do they rep the same colour?
You ever see two butterflies fight because they rep the same colour?
Shooting the same seeds but you ain’t ever see no blue watermelon
The difference between watermelon and cantaloupe
A problem in the society of caterpillars is that you judge off the colour of the wings, but not the story of the lines within the wings that flap
Cater to the pillars of the society of a caterpillar, and judge the butterfly
Judge a man from Compton because he repping a gang because his family tree all do
Was that his fault or was that the society of a caterpillar
Reproduction of the butterflies
Do they create a child judged by the pillars of caterpillars, a society of caterpillars, or does the child grow with the wings of violet
Sprout wings and get seeds pulled through your wings, fall to the society of caterpillars and be eaten by them
Does the caterpillar determine the colour of its wings when it grows or is that apart of they DNA?
Society of caterpillars sat two caterpillars with two different sets of wings
Did they shoot the seeds of the watermelon and cantaloupe or did they discuss a society of caterpillars
They never shot, they flapped their wings and explained to each other the reason for the hue of they wings
Both because of the households, they grew up in
With every response, the butterfly’s wings became such a bit amount of purple
Spreading through the wings, neutrality
A conversation of butterflies speak through not the colour of their wings or their DNA, but the words that they preach
At the end of the slaughter of words that they reached to the souls of each other
abolish and boycott the society of caterpillars
pillars of the butterfly to cater too
purple wings sprout from each butterfly and fly free
Neutrality now in their child’s DNA, the system is fought
The butterflies won a fight within a system of corrupt caterpillars that control the butterflies off the colours of their wings
a Zulu love
help institutionalize a corrupt system
worse than a natural government, a black man in a caterpillar society
wearing none other than purple wings, no longer getting shot because of the neutrality,
passable in an isle, you can not Pimp a butterfly unless butterfly’s Pimp each other,
and have the children riot against the society of caterpillars.
Purple neutrality.
