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Discrimination and heritage

Stop being ashamed of your past

Stop pretending it’s not real

Just because things are not happening still

Doesn’t make your history anymore unreal

Stop sitting back denying

Shouting, wailing and crying

About things you don’t like to know and hear

Because nothing will change who you are dear

My extensive family is very diverse in both races and religion; I have seen major battles of race identity and religious identity in my family that have been so fierce, members of my family have been permanently scarred as a result of other people’s denials or hatred. 

This poem is dedicated to families who have mixed race and religious members and are struggling to find their identity amongst each group within their family circle.  I know in my family alone, there is a lot of denial of the other races and religions existence within our kin, even to the extent that very dark coloured individuals will not recognise their non-white heritage and this is sad, especially as it is happening today, it is very sad.

I have a beautiful female cousin who wishes not to be named who struggles in college and getting a job simply because she is mixed race – she feels she is lucky that she is lighter than her siblings because she can get away with lying that she has Mediterranean roots, when she does this, society accepts her a little better – this is shocking that this still happens!  It is true she does have Mediterranean roots amongst her Caribbean and British roots, but it is a shame she feels she has to deny one or other to suit her social situation.

I have a total of nineteen mixed-race Caribbean cousins from 1st cousin to 3rd cousin generations who I still talk to, two of which wanted to join the police force and if anyone tells you that the British police force is diverse and fair, you should know right now that they are lying!  Because these two cousins of mine have never been able to be accepted as a member of the police force, so they had to make do as security guards for supermarkets and malls.

I have A Kenyan Hindu mixed race cousin who is severely disabled.

I have five Nigerian mixed cousins.

My great grandmother was born a Jew in Kensington, London and so her whole side are Jewish and we still stay in contact through genesreunited mail, there are fourth cousins who still talk to me who knew my mum growing up. 

My grandmother’s great grandfather was Vietnamese.

My grandmother’s great great grandmother was mixed Afro American and white. 

I have Romany ancestry apparently.

As well as Italian, Dutch, German, Bulgarian – my sister in law is Slovakian, my other sister in law is Half Irish.

My great grandpa is an Irish Catholic.

My Grandfather is a half Jewish English and half Catholic Welsh raised in Greenford London, when his mother told her family she is marrying a catholic and converting to his religion her half-sister threw her into the fireplace, so much for family love.

An aunt married a Turkish Muslim.

My cousin Julie fully converted to Islam aged eighteen and married a Lebanese, she now has four children.

In my past I very nearly had six mixed-race/religion relations myself, but I was threatened every time I got what mum called – “too close” with a man from another race.  I had dated a Sudanese mixed British man called Marvin who was absolutely sweet and doting.  I had dated a cute and very generous Jewish Israeli called Gideon, for me, as sweet as he was it was awkward that I was six inches taller than him.  I was extremely serious about a mixed Japanese and Italian British guy named Tony, I adored him with all my heart and he loved me so much that according to his mother he never had another girlfriend after me and he permanently migrated to Japan to teach martial arts and English – mum adored him too until she met his Japanese father, then she hit the roof about how deceptive I had been.  A Peruvian Indian mixed Spanish Catholic called Genebrardo, I lived with him for fourteen months and mum accepted this which was strange as she wouldn’t accept the others, yet he could offer me less than the others as far as marriage and commitment was concerned.  Next mum didn’t accept him either, even after Genebrardo; a Hindu Kenyan called Rakesh he was incredibly sweet and very family oriented and homely, he would have been a great father, but he is incredibly easily hen pecked by all the women in his life, including me when I was with him, he was very sad to stop dating me but we remain friends to this day (though its entirely chats through Facebook now), it is funny but if I had stayed in a relationship with him and married him I don’t think my submissive nature would still be around – his mother encouraged me to make demands of her lazy son, lol, he was never lazy poor thing never got a rest!  His mother loved me for my diversity, she was incredibly liberal and elderly, and she was absolutely delighted about my interest in all kinds of cuisine particularly cooking lessons from her.  I thought my mother would be pleased that he was born and raised within three streets of where she lived, but no, he was the nearest guy I ever dated.  {Things have been edited out that were here} The last one I was going to list, well I decided to delete this entry, because I have made contact with him again – Paul is fine with it, as we have said before, we are in an open relationship together.  But all you need to know is that I couldn’t take things further with this guy when I lived with my mother because he was from Egyptian heritage, but there is a lot of feeling there for one another, even today!  We made contact again because I found another family secret through GenesReunited.com I found I have Armenian Muslim ancestry too, on my mother’s mother side of the family – not so much as Romany, but according to research they lived as gypsies to flee one of the many genocides that happened in Armenia over the past few centuries.  I love finding this out actually, it means a lot, it means that my grandmother wasn’t a liar after all – not like how my mother portrayed her to be and that means so much to me!

It is not just race and religions that are mixed in my family, classes too.  The class factor is a huge thing for my mother; she can’t accept the upper middle and ancestral aristocracy that my father’s mother has.

Over a time, I will share more about my ancestry.  Is incredibly diverse and it is so frustrating that so many people are willing to deny their roots.  It was proven by a scientist a couple of years ago that everybody in the world is related to each other within twenty five generations, for me and my father’s maternal line, twenty five generations is around the 9th Century and this scientist says that anyone who was alive in the ninth Century AD are ancestors of everyone currently living in the world today.

Consequently my father’s maternal line is the furthest I am able to go back to, because of its royal links; I am descended with only seven daughter lines (removals I believe they are called) to Henry the 1st of France and Anne of Kiev therefore my ancestry there goes back a long way into 555AD to a man named Charibert of Hesbaye.  My mother’s paternal family is difficult to follow because my great grandfather was workhouse born and raised.

So, forgive me for upsetting you – if you believe mixed relations should never happen and you feel personally affronted by any other race, religion or class, just remember this – we are all cousins, you are hating on family that you don’t personally know, people who could benefit you and make you happy, if only you thought differently.

The amounts of amazing people you would deny to be your best friend, your carer, your support, your doctor, your nurse, your family, it is such a shame.  Because I do believe everybody in the world is my cousin.

I don’t share my ancestry for bragging rights – I share it to show the world we really are all related – I research to try and prove it, I am tired of mindless discrimination and family denying family enough to delete them from family trees and their families verbal memories, it is time to change the world!

 

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Our biggest mistake

The Millennia bought so much hope to all around the world

Life was changing for the good

Medicine at its finest, racism crushed underfoot

Then a decade in its all trashed

With plastic waste and a democratic slash

Democracy is bleeding to death

And my heart along with it too

Life was good, but nobody knew

Nobody knew that how they lived would make the world askew

A simple little plastic, a few chemicals here and there

A carefree attitude to living that is what has me in a scare

Things have to change quite soon, not soon in fact, right now

Because how we live today, is our sufferance in the future – WOW!

Yes profound, but true wise words

Don’t keep on with your ignorance and being backwards

It’s time to learn it’s time to change, for you and all your future kin

Because trashing this beautiful world has to stop, it is a sin!

Not being religious now, but Earth is our home

If we kill this planet off this century where do we have to roam?

Nowhere, that’s where, you can forget living on Mars!

Mars is a desert, cold and cruel it is not as nice as ours

You have to take care of our ancestral lands, for we are ancestors too

Stop thinking about yourselves for a change, you are not here for long that’s true!

You got to think about the kids, about the creatures we all subjugate

Because if we don’t take responsibility, all of us!  It will be our biggest mistake!

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there is no other hearth

In this world of men, there is always someone there to tell you when you are wrong

Time after time you’ll hear the same songs from many different voices

They say you have choices, but in honesty they’re wrong

True freedom exists only within our dreams, when religion is still awake on earth

Unfortunately it pollutes the world and we have no other hearth

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Vibrations

The earth has a heart that is pounding

I feel her vibrations under foot

I know she is living that doesn’t astound me

I always knew that she was forsook

Humanity complains when her essence they have drained

All her goodness, all her charms, all her blood

But when will they realize that she is much more, than wide oceans, sky, creatures and mud?

This is a song in progress, I will add more to it another time but at the moment it’s a little hard to concentrate when your 3yr old is running a temperature and is tetchy about everything.  I think this is going to be a great song, I have the tune in my head and everything and it’s really frustrating that I don’t have Cu-base anymore to help me put it down in music – as I’ve said numerous times before I can’t read or write music.

I don’t know why but when I thinking about this song I was thinking of at least two singers who’d it fits vocally.  Those were Ed Sheeran and maybe Gotye, I know if this song ever got sold that it might not be those who’ll sing it, but I think it would suit their voice.  Even Lady GaGa might like this as an Earth awareness album someday?  But who knows, I think she does better when she writes her own stuff anyway.

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Earth is bleeding

The Earth is bleeding because it’s abused

Being took advantage of

It is wondering why we’re doing this; it’s looking for our love

No one owns this Earth of ours; its being is wholesome and free

Yet we claim her like an object, some sort of won trophy

Why do we abuse her so?  Why do we crush her life?

When will we learn to love her?  She makes a good housewife

All she does is care and nurture, all she does is breathe

Yet all we’re intent on doing is making her further grieve

Why not work with Mother Nature and love her like we should?

Why not stop this torture and treat her really good?

My poem here has ended, but the story continues on

Take care of our mother earth, so she can live on

 

 

 

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Hermit’s plea

I bear no resemblance to the common man

I am wild and free

Common man is not

It’s been the same throughout history

They blindly live their boring lives day in and day out

Under another man’s thumb

I am free, yet still they think I am just a bum

I sit here in my little hut made of twigs and leaves

In my little forest I am the only one I please

I may be a hermit, but a hermit’s life is good

Do not worry about me, nature brings me food

You have lost your freedom, sitting in your town

Allowing another to talk for you, usually a clown

You hope you have enough money to feed you and your kids

Whereas if you lived like me, to starve nature forbids

Collectively your weak, you need to learn to be strong

For living the way you do, you know it does nature wrong

Look at the world around you; look at what this life destroys

Stop treating the world like a rubbish tip, it is a not a toy

Treat nature kindly and with trust and you will see

All the treats she’ll have lined up for you and for me

Beautiful landscapes will return if we from cities leave

And we’ll sit back and watch the big men, crying and grieve

For they don’t look out for you, only themselves you see

They line their pockets with a lust for gold

And work you hard until you’re too old and really

Don’t you think it’s silly?

Living a life like that?

Get rid of money and live like a cat

Trust in nature

Grow with her

If you are cold

She’ll give you cotton or fur

If you starve she’ll give you plants and meat

And sometimes honey as a sweet little treat

Go to nature

Turn your back on man

Save our planet with all you can

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Cosmic Order Cafe

The cosmic order sounds like a cafe on a galaxy highway

A stop off point between Venus and Mars

Serving alien coffees and chocolate bars

Martians stop there every day, drinking tea and ordering cake

Plutonians stop on their long journeys too, they hope to reach the Earth’s moon by noon

 It’s a funny little saying though, when you hear people shout and go “it’s the cosmic order you know”?

I wonder if it’s true, that somewhere up there, that’s what aliens do?

 

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wading through the muck

We are all raised in the same planet, Earth it’s called but we all live in different worlds

I was raised in a world of violence, isolation, racism, religion and fear

I never understood why those values my mother held dear?

I learned another way, wading through the dirt

Clenching on for dear life with all the various hurts

I needed to find a better life, one that suited me

When I finally did this, from a violent life I was free

But it’s difficult chasing dreams like these

For parents hold you back

And make you think like them under siege then thwack

If you question their damning ways, they hold you down, suffocating you in waves

Of anger, of pity and fear

But if you have a peaceful dream, hold on to it dear

Life will find a way to help you, to pull you through the muck

Then someday you’ll turn around and say goodbye you fucks!

 

 

 

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Be the peace on Earth

I am dark and I am light, we are all a mixture of these extremes

We are evil and we are good, is it worth denying this?

No one is perfect, how true is that?

One man’s poison is another man’s fat

We can’t all be the same

Trying to be, will drive us insane

What do you deem good and evil?

Does everyone agree?

I think you’ll find if you asked around only a third would see what you see

Maybe more, maybe less, maybe the same

But as I said before, striving for perfection will drive us insane

Do you agree with gay marriage?  How about the man down the road?

Do you agree there’s a tortuous hell, burning up bad souls?

Do you agree in polygamy or are you monogamously straying?

Do you beat the bad dog that is always baying?

There are many questions I want to ask, there’s so many different answers

Some of us want to be rich or ballerina dancers

As you can see, not all of us

Yet our perceptions we demand on others

Do we have that right to individually smother another into our way of thinking?

I think to do that would involve a lot of stinking!

Live in peace with your fellow man

Follow your own path

But don’t forget to allow him too, in his joys let him bath

No one knows what perfection is, until they’ve allowed all things, to live in harmony being themselves and without your tongues stings

With this poem I had hoped that it would give out a message to all people to allow individuality in others no matter whether you agree with it or not.  No one can understand what is truly good or truly bad, no one can know what perfection is, because we all have our own idea of perfect.

If we don’t like something, or someone, or a situation another person is in, is it really our concern?  If they are happy then leave them alone.  I know so many people who either bully or attack people they disagree with, you want peace on earth?  Be the peace on earth!

 

 

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Earth, unharmed, unemptied

The wind washes my face

The light blue sky is a reflection of natural beauty

The windswept sands, warm under foot and I hold my husband’s hand

Dreaming of a time where humans realize that appreciation and protection is all this earth needs

That and good deeds

I usher my little children into this world of paradise

I want them to feel the vibrancy of this world with all their senses

This they need

To feel at one with everything

We are not separate souls living within a separate soul

We are one soul

One planet with one life

Our life

There should be no separation

No difference

Only love

Respect

For each other and our world

That and good deeds

This is what we all need

Planet Earth

Unharmed

Unemptied

 

 

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