I am paranoid

A tear drops cold, 
Rolled on the cheek tracks, 
Bold on the outside, 
Gullible inside, 
Animal insight, 
Audible instrides, 
Slow, 
Despite, 
Sick, 
This night, 
Frozen, 
This might, 
Kill, 
This fight, 
Blinds, 
These sights, this site, 
Snow this white, 
Still, snow white, 
Her face so white.... 
Life poisoned... 
This is the story of life's paradox, 
Low hums, measured breaths, I start this poem, 
They said you have a weak character if you did not come from Europe or America, 
That Africans used their palms and arms better than their brains, so, we came in HANDY, 
We were inferior that even our dreams failed to match our superiors, when we closed our eyes, we saw shackles,chains and whips under our eyelid's interiors,its serious...how, we went from learning in college, to buying knowledge,paying homage to our egocentrism, ethnocentrism running deep in our blood streams,
bad dreams,
world grim,
facts seem,
twisted.
Supreme regimes run this world. 

I am paranoid, all these conspiracy theories,in diaries of an innocent muslim, 
do seem to get under my skin and are tearing every dermal layer,
i need every humble prayer, 
sample player to play the fusing amazing music of my musings,cruising in my mind,losing it
my central system,nervous,
sending chills through my epithelial tissues,issues when I kiss my girl goodbye when I leave home because Ive grown a tall goatee, and im not near fourty, my position far from lofty, policemen, mostly the ones naughty stop me and force me to produce my identification roughly....
"KIJANA WAPI KITAMBULISHO? NA UNAFUGIA NANI NDEFU NA HUJAFIKA MIAKA YA KUMEA MAFUZI?UNAFANYIA KAZI ARSHAPAPU?WE WARIA YA WAPI?"

I am a tonne paranoid, 
I beg you to see past my fault of wrongful assault, default my dreams of the bitterness of taking this poem with a grain of salt and halt my mixture of fear and anger,lock them in a vault,exalt me to your level of intelligence for in as much as im Somali by Origin, im Kenyan by Nationality, 

So I hover to the sky feeling, relieved from the crust kneeling, dealing with awkward stares from once upon a time, friends, after the recent bombing trends because im suddenly a terrorist as my hair is soft, my complexion suspicious and my religion muslim. Fear results to panick which results to ignorance which leads to irrationality. 

So before you switch your mode to destroy, think of yourself as a decoy, deployed by western nations to finish their kill ploys....i am paranoid. 

I cant seem to rest, for I feel,like the rest,they are spying for the next gullible pest,and I feel like they are using the whole satelite system to guess the estimate of the size of the beating flesh that rest within my chest, arrest me if you want to. I feel like they are coming for me... 

But armed with these neural linguistic,semantics free tactics,drastic and psychic prowess I AM READY FOR THEM. 
Or may be not.... 
Excuse me for my french as your on the fence for my past offence, so my defence needs you to literally pick your ears and,actually lend it to me so I mend it to be permanent, after they cut them as they are out to get me....n they dont need witnesses who will listen to my yells. 

I will make it hard for them. I will block my path with a wall of cans of tuna fish, 
draw out exactly 8.2 meters of space, 
direct a herd of cattle to my place,
ask zeus to block the way with his lightning bolt,
semi imprison scot 
so that they have to literally smell something FISHY, walk the the whole 9 yards, wait till all the COWS come home, actually steal someone's thunder, a greek god to make it harder and let scot-free not to mention me lying down playing dead so that they will have to walk over my dead body. Im not an easy prey....fools, again excuse me for my french. 

But on a serious turn, 
For the ones that lost their lives, in street pararades and church crusades when those animals, guns they sprayed, blew grenades...i prayed. May your souls rest in eternal peace. And for these brutal animals,may your souls rest in eternal piss, from the kidneys of the children you left without parents and the parents you left childless. God has plans for the heroes and the villains. And lastly, let us use spoken word to bridge the gap between the informed and the ignorant who are swayed everyday into terrorist camps. Peace, love, unity and more peace,love and unity.