South African Dish

You happen to be my favourite cup of coffee.I honour thy art, as I do with thy black girls. Journalism Student.                                                                                                                                                                                              POET                                                                  You don't know me yet.

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Outchea Trying To Change My Profile Picture But Its Too Difficult . #Black #Writer #Poet #Lover #Vaal

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It's not everyday that you learn who you truly are.

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We forgot that we were worshipping being's

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Afro by Camila Rodrigué

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I DREAM OF SUMMER | ART OF JONATHAN GREEN

via www.jonathangreenstudios.com

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BLACK GIRLS IN THE WORLD #Iwishyouwould

By Matlhodi Mathibela

I wish you would rap about woman in your songs

and call them harlots. But when we all know that a harlot is a harlot because a harlot knows a harlot, when a harlot see’s a harlot. These are the names our own black brothers have chosen to call us with These are the names that actually mean so much and the don’t even know it There is so much in a name, but being folded by ignorance isn’t so blissful They call us thot’s like we never reigned supreme. When we actually gave birth to ignorant niggers like you. Lowering our self-esteem to make yourselves feel better. Yelling out whore, whore, whore When that very same whore got on that stripping pole to give you  brighter future and to put food on the table. Yes that is not the ideal job you had probably hoped for and yes she is still your mother at the end of the day. And regardless of what position she holds she gave birth to you she is your Queen and you better treat her like one. To be nothing but a mother to, that’s she ever wanted She could’ve opted for abortion but she didn’t She considered giving you up for adoption but didn’t because she is your mother and you are her child

I wish you would try me

I wear baggy pants because I’m trying to avoid being held by at gun point I’m trying to avoid being choked Man handled with those 10 heavy griping fingers around my neck into my esophagus Until I count in my last breathe 10, 7, 6, 3… And say the password that might unlock me to death or life

I CAN’T BREATHE…

I’m trying to avoid being pointed with a sharp knife because knife’s are deadly and as much as they are they leave you with a scar A scar of a reminder of what happened to you Scars are like stretch marks they are nothing but they surely do give you something to gossip about I walk hand in hand with a small knife in my purse because girl’s rights are violated every day And walking down the pedestrian walk has become the most scariest things I always have to do when I walk to school Girl’s don’t have rights when they are outside from their home When they are in the streets They do not have a say whatsoever Grown men quiver and shake when they see me They feel the need to feel me without my consent They want touch me without my consent And when you fight you were asking for it(RAPE) When you don’t fight, You were still asking for it(RAPE) Hence I dress the way I dress… All in the name of ‘I DON’T WANT TO BE RAPED’

I wish you would ask me out

And tell me how unworthy I am Tell me that I am not woman enough to be with you Tell me how I need to dress just so you can be impressed and happy Degrade me every time you get the chance Like sharp pain that pierces through the heart and doctors call it heart failure When the truth lies with me in between and my two deselected comforting bed sheets When I truly know it’s heartache from your breathe taking disorientated judgments about me Remind me that I need to a resemblance of your ex Be a facetious reminder the past Talk about your perfect ex I mean if she was so perfect what are you doing with someone who isn’t as perfect Who isn’t woman enough Good enough Submissive enough Complying enough Natural enough Black enough Ghetto enough Dumb enough to realize that I’m taken for granted Ask me out and tell me that I deserve nothing but life in the ghetto While I’m trying to suppress the dividends of moving on with life and growing from the distinguishing stigma of black man that shouldn’t live in the burbs and if he does live in the burbs he is a sell out The ghetto isn’t something to be proud yes it should be embraced for the historical events it has but it is also something we should be trying to get out of.

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BLACK HIP HOP; THE MOVEMENT Part Two

By Matlhodi Mathibela

We are taught to fear the police like they have given birth to us. They have programmed the black mindset to shiver and fear the police every time they walk past by. They have messed up with black people’s mindset they have inserted fear within the black community, something the black people never had. Walking down the streets as a black sister with no intention to harm anyone feels like a milestone away. As soon as you leave your house, know that your rights don’t matter to anyone but yourself.

So, Public enemy were the black panthers of the HIP HOP they sang and rapped about the revolutionary. They believed so much in the black nation that their music was based on them. Their music had a message across it. I don’t know of any track that they had that doesn’t have a message. They stood by what they delivered. What was more intriguing was their fun  fair music with their light calm beats that didn’t make a lot of noise. They knew what the people wanted and they served the people.

HIP HOP and being a black person is the out most  best combination anyone could ever ask for. Although hip hop isn’t what it used to be back in the day but it still carries the same type beat. Growing up a black person there are a lot things that you are subjected to. Race chose to dominate us in the past and quite frankly it still is dominating us. You grow up knowing that you are King’s and Queen’s yet every moment you try to flourish they bring you down like you never existed. When we talk about the hip hop movement withing the black culture we need to emphasis on how much it has played a bigger role, Hip Hop, Jazz, Soul and RNB have also contributed a lot to these factors. They have led the way to many black artists.

The revolution will not be televised, this is how things were made to be seen to suppress the fate a young black man. I remember when they were damaging NWA’s CD and it just so happened that they saw them and they did nothing about it. What said was “As long as they bought them” meaning they don’t support these newly fresh outta Compton rappers but they were able to buy their CD’s and yet still trash them. That to me is a subliminal movement and a facetious one as well.

Well we all know that black people are known as “PHD’s” that whole “Pull Him Down” syndrome. This is what they have turned black people into. They’ve turned blacks against each other. When do we say enough is enough. Where do we draw the line in our community. It becomes a problem now because the black nation is failing to help their own brothers and sisters.

If a movement hated by many, endured by the majority and at least hated by a few changed the way we see things. Why can’t we learn from the movement and apply it to our daily lives and actually do something meaningful. Black on black hate must end.

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BLACK HIP HOP; THE MOVEMENT

By Matlhodi Mathibela

I reminisce on the old day’s like pac was still alive although I was never part of that generation, I was born into that movement. I long for those long peaceful nights without weeping and tossing and turning like it will make things better. Regardless though, that’s the only way you will ever find comfort especially if you don’t have sleep because your pillow is so wet you can barely think.

‘What’s your name, who are you, who you be with’ Notorious B.I.G’s lyrics from BIG Poppa. These are the word’s self asketh self almost daily. These word’s don’t only reflect on the notion of the postmodern world after the apartheid era, but they also oppose to being a black human being. Now I remember when the hip hop movement started. It was a huge thing. I mean a big deal.

Hip Hop didn’t start with Notorious and Pac it started alongside your Dj Premiere, Dj Grandmaster Flash, your Eazy-E, your Public Enemy(Flava Flav), De La Soul just to name a few. It started off with producers producing beats then as soon as the world evolves you know what happens, the rest is history. Now hip hop for black people was a way of communicating what they did not approve of the injustices between black and white. They also used hip hop to express and shoe the world how black people are living amongst each other, never mind that but to show what kind of surroundings they live in. They were our protesters through music.

Being black meant a significant time age. It meant that you are an antique. You never rust. Your artist’s like Public Enemy and NWA specifically ICE CUBE, they never endured into the whole slavery thing. But what they did was to let the world know how they feel about black people being mistreated and misunderstood. They stood up for blacks all over the world. They were the movement, they started the flow. There’s a song NWA was performing at their first gig in the 90’s cursing the police. The very same night at the gig, the police where there, it’s as if they were waiting for them to by chance say something about them or do something and they will be arrested. The black man literally has no space to breathe, the black man is always surrounded by whitening’s. While performing that song, the police came in from the back like a mob justice is a slow motion. They too made their appearance on stage the performers NWA ran away and they chased them into a corner where they were arrested. Fans were fumigating over this, some even went as far as throwing the police officers with their beverages. By that time the police brutality was heavy on black people. Even black police officer’s hated their own kind and the stood with whites and bullied black people like it was nothing. They got arrested for zilch. They were stopped and questioned because every black male is a suspect to crime, robbery, murder, or rape. What annoyed me was the audacity of them(the police) telling that straight their faces.  

They were raw and they were fighting for what they believed in. The movement didn’t only stop there while NWA and Public Enemy were fighting for justice through music, there were new artist’s coming up.To Be Continued…

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Sexual Harassment

If you a girl,  particularly a black girl. In this life you are subjected to sexual harassment. Most of all, it won’t seen as wrong thing. It’s as if you Invite these, it’s as if you let yourself get reigned and ruled by them. most of all you feel powerless. I remember when she thought she was acquitted to sexual harassment.

It’s funny how you will never get raped, Sexually assaulted Sexually harassed by someone you don’t know Its always someone within your circle. who get to know each other but not in that, but that way. they get to know each to become friends only to find herself fighting for her life in her own room well, the person you least expect do the most unimaginable things. I am sick and tired of guy’s thinking a NO is yes, and a NO that screams with fear is a yes that screams out with excited me.

she still remember’s the night like it were last night, opening the door for someone she thought she knew unaware there was grim ripper behind that  brown skin… He pushed in the door, Forced down kisses, Man handled a powerless girl He sexually harassed her…  He didn’t have to penetrate within her to let him know she wasn’t enjoying, She screamed pushed and got tired, with tears in her all she is praying for  is to never suffocate in his air to never be trapped in his sweat grip ever again to not fall pregnant or catch any diseases…

Good LORD where are you when we need you the most? Within the beginning of two weeks feeling like hell Going through the trauma alone, Afraid to speak up because maybe they’ll judge you Feeling dirty, unloved and probably feeling like she deserved what happened to her Quick to judge herself, what came to mind is what she had always been told all her LIFE… “boy’s will be boy’s” When he hurt her and never bothered to come back “boy’s will be boy’s” When he almost took her innocence, and was damn right unapologetic about it “boy’s will be boy’s” When she thought of reporting him to the police… She broke down and cried like she had never did in her life. Will you tell her that not all boogie man live under the bed Some live on top of it BOY’S

Boyfriends, guy friends, brother’s, they want to know the depth of her pink edible lingerie They want her to know that she will know no  Better FUCK other than theirs That they will continue to scare and because the society is with them they’ll give a breaking statement “Boy’s will be boy’s”

I’m generally sick and tired of men doing what they want to do with our girls.  Forgetting what they fear going to jail, which is getting raped Is what we fear walking on the side of the pedestrian walk.

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Let’s Clean Up The Ghetto

I’m listening to M.F.S.B - Let’s clean up the ghetto. Writing this from the internet cafe from the depth of my crooked twisted bitter heart. This album reminds me of a deceased,  a deceased who meant more than money and material things.

This album was composed in 1997, by then all the civil wars had broken down and had been disseminated.  By that time, only then were black people realizing their true worth and identity. By that year 1997 it was a year for blacks because they  had been through a lot especially through slavery.

This album talks and stresses how we should clean up the ghetto, imagine if the ghetto was clean then. What  could possibly be worse than the ghetto in 1997 and the ghetto in 2015? What could be worse you ask? In the year 2015 we still don’t know who we are as black people We still don’t know where we stand with one another We don’t know how to treat each other How to nevertheless hate the other black man.

In the year 2015 there unhappy faces, living in sin and shame A black man’s arrogance without cultivated and improvised level of capacity. They are still searching for the truth and what’s worse is that we end up killing each other for fatal things We are all dressed up in modern style but it’s never enough Reflection of myself like there’s no easy was, In the year 1997 the Philadelphia International stars said theses words What do I see,  young girls will soon become street walkers in the night young boy’s are a wrestles breed looking for a fight children both rich and poor looking for the truth, And if they don’t find it God help tomorrow please.

That is what the year 2015 bring’s to us, Jealously greed and hatred. And eventually we all resort to killing.  Because getting rid of the enemy that is of the same complexion as I am is so vital to my well being… That if I don’t kill him I will be known for my stupidity and I will be taken for granted. My brother was brutally murdered. He was set up by his own companion He was stabbed right through to the heart  with a screwdriver,  that blocked the arteries and  bled from inside until his bladder burst.

Now tell me we are living in harmony as black people.