Willingness to Put Forth

Willingness to Put Forth

We are children without the childhood

We linger in a certain state of exception

We need the emergency rule to be lifted

Change some freedom into protection

We need the willingness to put forth buds

Stop escaping, credential the now be the plan

We need the pubescent possibilities of our roots

Open up to other culturality, other habits, and man

Give our thoughts some cut, some shape, some glow

Some openhandedness and some magnanimity 

The willingness to prosper without cheating

Set time a definition to be set to infinity

What's my relation to immigration like?

It's hard to say neither home nor on the run

I've been forced, without had been given a voice

Enslaved, god-forsaken to "Bad begun is half gone".

There have been deaths I've seen, I've survived, I've passed

There has been incredible sorrow, and misery, and pain

Hopeless moments of insufferableness and sadness

Leaving me behind never ever again the same

What's my relation to immigration like?

I'm an immigrant with no help at all

Nor sympathy, nor any believer

Nobody catches me if I fall

I am trapped in racism

Sickening affectation "to go"

Getting on somebody's bad side

Brave stepping ahead "so and so"

I know what it's like to be black

And, enter a crowded room

I know what it's like hell

Being neglected soon

Do I have a relation to immigration?

Has immigration a relation to me?

God for sure knows the answer!

People are to ignorant to see!

H.C. Thiesgen ( Behrens )

Wednesday 19th July 2017

16:47 hrs. ( MET + )