Circle of Interest  
       Khalid Musa 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I claim I’m not a poet but I can feel it in my bones 

I say I don’t carry pain but u can hear it in my tone  

First they enslaved us, then when we fought for change 

Our minimum wage was just change 

I’m from a land of poetry, literary, literally so don’t try to belittle me  

Hundreds of years have passed, independence at last 

But when they left, they made sure that our economic state had crashed 

And here I thought I was gonna get severance before they passed 

Here comes the World Bank to make things fair 

With so much restriction, might as well give me the money and cut off my air 

No oxygen, we’re left in our own country like hostage-men 

Now we are here in the modern day 

Where you can C slavery in a modern way 

Where the islands are commodified to cater to tourist’s desires in everyway 

Where my counterpart N I are seen as racialized hypersexual objects 

Where our job is to please and serve outsiders like royal subjects 

Poverty is @ an all-time high, unemployment is @ an all-time high, and misery is 

@ an all-time high 

I’m left with my physical frame just to get by 

The question I have left to ask is how long will it take  

til it’s all gone bye? 

I never said that I’m a poet but I can feel it in my bones 

I never said I carry pain but u can hear it in my tone