We have been
labeled as strange,
We have been
told we’re outcasts.
We laugh
away the pain,
And cry
among the funny.
We eat our
peas with syrup,
Marinade
spaghetti in chocolate sauce.
We are the delayed
premature births,
The flies
that make honey.
We are a
pack of lone wolves,
The straight
faced orgasms.
The loyalty
in Judas,
The celibate
prostitutes.
Kwaicore is
our anthem.
Do not fear
our presence,
But welcome
our embrace.
Lol, flies that make honey? Weird analogies, but an interesting post.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I was aiming for weird to emphasise what Kwaicore is, thanks for commenting.
DeleteSo is this Kwaicore an actual music genre? I've seen a few of these blogs and I'm finding it hard to understand if it is. Also, is it internationally recognized??
ReplyDeleteIt is part of a university assignment to create and promote a blog for a music genre called "Kwaicore". It is a mixture between Kwaito and Hardcore music, I hope that clears things up for you a little.
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