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Dreaming aye?

MC Kronic
Text (poem) - Bundanon, NSW, Australia, November, 2022

This poem was commissioned for Siteworks: From a deep valley, a family of projects that draws on climate research, critical thinking through contemporary art, creative digital spaces, and Indigenous knowledge and technologies.

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Dreaming aye?

Dreaming aye?

That's what I was asked the first time I asked about change.

Dreaming aye?

Well I guess these days that,

Asking for basic human rights might seem strange, 

But as a child I didn't know that the world was built this way,

And as my role models would say,

I was just dreaming aye.

But isn't the mind of a child one of innocence,

I mean that's what you'd preach,

Pushing right wing actions and propaganda down our throats,

Til we felt like we couldn't breathe,

Yet I'm the one being asked about living a dream,

But hey you're wrong but not all the way,

See It is true, 

Similar to King I too have a dream,

But this dream began in a pit of devastation,

With elevated shakes crippling through my spine,

An earthquake in my mind a heightened sense of suicide depression and desperation.

I guess the question you asked shouldn't of been if I was dreaming.

But why a boy from the streets could see it was more than a dream then you could begin to comprehend yet believe in.

But now I've grown a bit,

I'm big and ugly enough to know the difference between knowledge and acceptance.

I used to think these people couldn't see the problem,

They were blinded by their own elitism,

I get it's hard to see an issue when you simply lack vision,

But the sad truth is that they knew,

You knew,

You knew these issues existed,

You saw these problems before me,

Yet you let me go through it,

You still let my people be deceived,

But I guess I am dreaming aye?

I'm obviously delusional to believe you people could ever. Be like me,

I mean I just want to be in a free nation,

uncorrupted by international greed,

I constantly see the world change,

Change in ways we want,

Change in ways we don't need,

While the change we do will never get seen,

Yea I am dreaming aye, 

But my dream won't come first or second,

It will resort to a plan c,

Never able to be delivered 

Under a decent light,

An image of pure positivity under swift suns,

And smooth nights,

Being at tune with the moon and stars,

Jupiter mercury or Mars,

I dream of a place without sin,

I dream of a place black people aren't still killed by white skin,

Because being in the wrong place at the wrong time,

Being added to a long list of victims of white crime,

Couldn't happen unless you believe that in some places its alright.

So you can bet that I'm Dreaming.

Reality is fucked,

I live every day with my son,

Surviving simply on struggle and luck,

See I too have a desire to love,

A need to express positive vibes,

A hatred for falsehoods and lies,

I've watched sunsets and sunrise,

Blood drawn by steel wires,

Felt Teardrops fall from my stoned eyes,

Heard words that don't cut but slice,

Butter meeting hot knife,

Never met a face I couldn't love,

Heard a story I couldn't trust,

Which is why it breaks my heart,

That we kill each other at alarming rates,

We cut down forests we breathe from,

Slaughter the same flora we feed on,

Let's face facts we live in a world,

That's simply atrocious,

Where 1% are fine,

But crumbs are scattered to the rest of us,

I'm a product of gentrification rape genocide and the system.

I'm a parent myself now but my parents parents were taken.

Do you know what it's like to be raised in a god fairing home,

Not because Jesus Christ is someone I personally condone,

Because Bible's were forced down our neck with rifles a mere few generations ago.

Hundreds of massacres and racist remarks,

Killed my people by the thousands 

Beach polo with children's heads,

Lynching and drowning,

And I wish I was dreaming aye,

I pinch myself and rub my eyes,

I'm wide awake,

I'm not day dreaming scared,

I'm alone in a physical nightmare,

Hiding my kid out of fear,

The system takes out more of my family then the criminals ever could here,

Destroying more souls than the last every year.

Living on land we label the lucky country,

What's lucky about being scared of the same people that are there to protect me,

Victims of bullying and domestic abusers,

Get a badge and a gun and claim the rest of us useless,

And I still stand by ACAB and preach authority as stupid,

We shouldn't be calling for help just to have them start shooting,

500,

500 deaths in custody by this year,

At rates that have almost doubled,

Leaving black minds troubled,

Digging up like were caught under rubble

Having every person of colour in a nicely wrapped little bubble,

That's why I still fight this battle,

The wisdom of Thoth,

The heart of a pharaoh,

My life in a quote,

Seen through the eyes of a sparrow,

It's down right harrowing,

Uninvited no Hello,

We're all just misguided,

Despised and broke,

Yet I'm expected to seperate the man from the uniform,

I can't afford the luxury of differentiation,

When the very same uniform was the last thing hundreds of my people saw before their annihilation,

Dreaming aye?

Labelled a dreamer,

For wanting change,

Dreaming aye?

I guess it is a dream,

But I will never throw this ideology away.

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Bundanon’s annual presentation of environmental research projects and public programs has a decade-long history.  In 2022, Siteworks is presenting a family of projects that draw on climate research, critical thinking through contemporary art, creative digital spaces, and Indigenous knowledge and technologies.

The starting point for Siteworks 2022 is the concept of the weather report, borrowed to map both environmental and emotional spaces, and chronicle internal and external landscapes. This expansive program includes a new exhibition, outdoor installations, a laboratorium space for workshops and performances, as well as talks and events over weekends throughout the season. Siteworks 2022 posits the artist as a kind of weather balloon, capturing a collection of reports on our place and our time.

MC Kronic

KhroniK is a Hip Hop/Rap Artist, Poet, Activist and Proud First Nations Waddi Waddi man of the Yuin Nation. Respectively earning radio and stage time throughout NSW and Australia, KhroniK is a fast-emerging artist with a gift to share.

Commissioned by Bundanon; part of the weather station in Bundanon, NSW, Australia - find out more here.   

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