Poeticous Logo
es
English Español Français Italiano
Benjamin Zephaniah

Benjamin Zephaniah

Neighbours

I am the type you are supposed to fear
Black and foreign
Big and dreadlocks
An uneducated grass eater.
 
I talk in tongues
I chant at night
I appear anywhere,
I sleep with lions
And when the moon gets me
I am a Wailer.
 
I am moving in
Next door to you
So you can get to know me,
You will see my shadow
In the bathroom window,
My aromas will occupy
Your space,
Our ball will be in your court.
How will you feel?
 
You should feel good
You have been chosen.
 
I am the type you are supposed to love
Dark and mysterious
Tall and natural
Thinking, tea total.
I talk in schools
I sing on TV
I am in the papers,
I keep cool cats
 
And when the sun is shining
I go Carnival.

#English

1
¿Disfrutate esta lectura? ¡invítanos a un café!.
Tu ayuda nos permite existir.
Preferido o celebrado por...
Otras obras de Benjamin Zephaniah...
Vegan Steven's Vegan Clothes

Remember that vegan called Steven Yes he would not kill for no reaso… Well I saw him today Wearing nothing I say But some cabbage leaves
The Race Industry

The coconuts have got the jobs. The race industry is a growth indu… We despairing, they careering. We want more peace they want more… The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
 1
Talking Turkeys!

Be nice to yu turkeys dis christma… Cos’ turkeys just wanna hav fun Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wick… An every turkey has a Mum. Be nice to yu turkeys dis christma…
 2
 1
What Stephen Lawrence Has Taught Us

We know who the killers are, We have watched them strut before… As proud as sick Mussolinis’, We have watched them strut before… Compassionless and arrogant,
The British

Take some Picts, Celts and Silur… And let them settle, Then overrun them with Roman conq… Remove the Romans after approxima… Add lots of Norman French to some
 1
Ride

We first met on a golden night As the moon radiated love light On the dock of the bay. Somewhere between the real deal an… We lay unapologetically
De Rong Song

Your house is Falling down Around Your Feet,
Who's Who

I used to think nurses Were women, I used to think police Were men, I used to think poets
 1
Bought and Sold

Smart big awards and prize money Is killing off black poetry It’s not censors or dictators that… The lure of meeting royalty And touching high society
 2
The Death of Joy Gardner

They put a leather belt around her 13 feet of tape and bound her Handcuffs to secure her And only God knows what else, She’s illegal, so deport her
Dis poetry

Dis poetry is like a riddim dat dr… De tongue fires a riddim dat shoot… Dis poetry is designed fe rantin Dance hall style, big mouth chanti… Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
 2
Rong Radio

My ears are battered and burned an… i have just learned that i have be… listening to the wrong radio stati… My mind has been brutalised now th… I’ve been listening to the wrong r…
SOS (Save Our Sons)

We Black men of England Too proud to cry for shame, Let’s cry a sea Cry publicly, Expose our very pain,
Eat Your Words

I am a veggie table A table made of veg, There’s so much fruit upon me All living on the edge, Life is hard
 1
Fair Play

Mirror mirror on the wall Could you please return our ball Our football went through your cra… You have two now Give one back.



Arriba