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Poem - "Freak Breach" by Sascha A. Akhtar

Sascha A. Akhtar


FREAK BREACH

Tommorrow has its malcontents
Tommorrow is a creature I am learning
Tommorrow is fractious like orange letters
Tommorrow questions Today
Tommorrow can never find a pen
Tommorrow I fucking hate, you
Tommorrow, pants Today, eggs
Tommorrow, Oh the joy of being accepted
  Tommorrow, rhymes with
    Tommorrow, rhymes with
      Tommorrow, rhymes with

       Salient Features.



 

We are rare musical fandango
This is where I come from

The gutters & gypsies*
Pakistani elite privilege attached
To me – This is not who I am

Nor do I give a fuck – I am
Sick, so sick of your compromising
Ballistics, your pageantry of
Generalisations-

Squatting on street corners
Willing the rain to come
We punk atavistic going
widdershins

These are my people
Not you fuckers-


Label me
     I fucking dare you –
 

     I’ve got you under my skin
 

     I am the freak breach
     In your scheme


 

    There is nothing, but worth fighting for
    The sirens they compel fracture
    & every single fucking day is a connection
    To More Dead

    & I am named by association
    “Paky Threat” – you vindicate me

    There’s me brown, there’s me poor
    There’s me poet-e-SSSS, I would sincerely


    Love to terrorize, You
 

terror.error

                terror.error
 

terror.error
 

               terror.error


 

Oh fuck they did it again
Another smouldering hole
Here you have my guts
Oh you motherfucking Freedom Murderers
Yeah this ain’t your picture
This is fucking serious
How do I terrorize you?
For I would sincerely love to-

 

Now I join the skull-politik ranks
Of hazard
I was asked if I could get into trouble

 

For fucking what?
For sharing the same land as you?

 

I want to have nothing to do with you
But I can’t because I hate you

 

I am the Freak Breach
& you, you are just fucking freaks



 

This poem was written when post 9-11 after a decade & more of bullshit &hearing stories of random ‘brown,’ people being questioned, incarcerated &being asked stupid questions &explaining to people that all Pakistanis were not guilty by association & that we, too felt the same way, I got really mad after one of the latest incidents of violent terror & decided to make a declaration of independence from all those fuckers.

*gypsies is used to denote me standing in solidarity with those called gypsies & taking on that offensive label.

From the collection #LoveLikeBlood, pub. Knives Forks and Spoons Press

 

Copyright © Sascha A. Akhtar, 2020.

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