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MARIAMA SILLAH
is a Mathematics major with an English minor at UB. While they wouldn't consider poetry their greatest strength, they find it relaxing in relation to their blunt and calculated career choice. They hope their words tickle someone’s fancy!
We see you
Insta got you turning
Shorter hair and darker skin
Darken your thoughts and image
As your likes are soaring
Followers be growing
As your body be showing
Showing all the blackness
That you’ve been honing as yours
Huh...
The fakeness got you wrapped
Discarding the fairness you had
I’m tired.
Black fishing is all it takes
To stay relevant.
I’m tired of hearing the
N word, B word, W word
They are obsessed with color
They can’t keep away from color
Even if it was a sin.
I’m tired.
Another lingo appropriated
Another phrase stolen
Another dance copied without
Understanding its concept
All to be seen and heard
Aren’t y'all tired of being seen?
We see you and
We’re tired of seeing you.
Why can’t it be us?
Why do we need to be famous to be
Heard?
Why do we need to be violent to be
Seen?
Why do we need to be violated to
Speak?
Why do we need to die for you to
Feel?
But you’d rather frame it on Insta
And profit from the clicks.
Our pain is everyday
And it is exhausting.
We’re tired.