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                                                                                                          NOT  HOMOGENOUS  (Copyright Imavinga 1995)

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   Woman is Art      2019                                              Copywrite Isha Mckenzie-Mavinga                               Dear Father 2020    
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                                                                                                                                                            ​  https://youtu.be/tu7Qc32FRNY   
Invisible
They lean across my desk
They stand beside me
They ask someone else 
 
They ignore my request
They take it off the agenda
They try to convince me
They say it’s my problem 
 
They arrive after me
They stand in front
They cue behind me
They get served first 
 
They turn their backs
They want to shake hands
They gave children guns
They stole my lands 
 
They wounded my heart
They tortured my body
They blinded my heritage
They made the trail bloody 
 
They show their tears
They want compassion
They carve their smiles
They follow fashion 
 
They misinterpret my words
They don’t want my opinion
They wear their guilt
They can’t see I am broken 
 
They fail to hear me
They want me silenced
They shrink away
They call my power violence 
 
They invite challenge
They leave me on the frontline
They include me when
They want a token 
 
They say show me how
They have their problems
They want it written
They don’t want it spoken 
 
They come for my soul
They have already taken
They want me the same
They make me different 
 
They want to be conscious
They want to do it right
They want me visible
They want me out of sight

Isha Mckenzie-Mavinga Oct 2002



March 2022

Isha Mckenzie-Mavinga July 2021

Taking the knee is a powerful deed why don’t they believe

No government statement
about race hatement
means
Government lies
hoping racism dies
but
without challenge
acknowledgement
we will survive

Taking the knee
is a powerful deed
Why don’t they believe
the elephant out
on the football pitch
the unscratchable itch
wthout cricket investors
it festers

No longer dormant
relentless lament
black lives do matter
we determined to scatter
the ashes of racism
as it festers on pitches
an institution
of Great Great Britain
where they boo
ardent supporters
of black Lives Matter

So we are smitten
by other histories
twitters,Sniggers
grimy minds
of dirty dealers

should we punish
chastise
until they all realise
there is no disguise
no penalise
can redeem
the lies

Head in the sand
dusty corners
of oppression
collusion illusion
trauma
white knees
on Green
grass of home
background noise
of colonisation
regeneration

George Floyd
Breanna Taylor
over there
name those over here

Mark Duggan
Sean right
Sheku Bayou
Christopher Alder
Kingsley Burrel
Simeon Frances
Cherry Groce
Steven Lawrence

Not just a US token
My teeth are British
My skin is brown
My heart will not be broken


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