coercive power
coercive power within colonization taste of the abuser, having more than you, having the ability to know that you as the little man are essentially their bitch has been instilled into me since I was a child. I am who defended me as a child, and defended myself as a child. if you don’t tell these people no, they will make you their personal slave. they see us kumiyeh suriyeh as their own personal toilets, cleaners, anything really. and I’m tired of it as an underground artist. I am not meant to be told how to dress, what to do, what to wear. and I am asking that the regime of colonization power, the white man as a form of controlling the innocent by stripping them of their very souls to sell it to them as collateral is disgusting. this is why I say, don’t hang out with people who make you feel like a lightskin egyptian slave. that’s how I feel like right now, but as an assyrian.
being assyrian is constantly being at the hands of the oppressor. the united states assyrians are coercive power because they don’t want to be anyone’s bitch as we are bitched, enslaved, coercive power as we are entertainment for the white man. they don’t want to hear me, they just want to thing I say the n word and eat friend chicken. that is how everyone sees me. and it’s heartbreaking knowing what they did to us. it will always be a power imbalance. it will always be the rich laughing and taking advantage of the poor. I keep on telling you the power structure, and how the bad assyrians (we did what we had to survive as hood kumiyeh suriyeh bislewa) is so hard for me. knowing that we didn’t have to go through all of that, they just wanted to make us their bitch slave. and overpower us, rape us, humble us.
we were God’s children. we didn’t want the devil in our house. we wanted them out.
everytime I have to bat these people away from our families, like flies. they are so coercive and then act like victims, with lying manipulative gifts and drones like constantly treating us like we are american slaves for the american regime. I am at the point where even Iraq, as the most hood country of all time sounds like a better american dream than here.
I am not ok with the direction that these old, fat ass white men have done to us. they didn’t have to do that to us. they never believed in Jesus. they sacrificed our souls, our gifts, and we were sold and bred into slavery. we had to teach them not to rape us (THE WHITE MEN) as children. I would tell people, “GET THEM OUT!” to this day. it is something they will never unlearn. and I will always to this day, be our family guardian angel. I will never let them feel like I am their bitch lightskin kumiyah. that’s how I feel like when I am around them. it is so traumatizing for me. it is a constant cycle of abuse whenever their family is in power again. life is like a box of prison for us with them. and I will not, in the power of God, allow them to take power. they are our hitler. and I will not be silent. if they touch one head or hair on my loved one’s heads, I will be the village Archangel Michael and I will win all by myself like an attack dog.
no means no. and God will win. you will not overpower me. you cannot overpower us. no amount of technology will allow you to hurt the innocent. God will prevail over the devil, and God will prepare a table in front of thine enemies. I am tired of coercive control. we need them out of power. they are our hitler. they are worse than the KKK to us. and the KKK used to rally for us to be out of the neighborhood. they still do. it’s disgusting. if I knew america was like this, I would go back in time and fight to stay in 1960s baghdad.
my soul is too beautiful for this.