Black Poetry : Africa

OmoObatala

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Africa:

Can you tell me why Africa is
Crying, lost, homeless ?

Can you tell my why Africa can’t give birth anymore

Why bullets go off in her stomach like birth pains

Can you tell me why Africa is a place?
I can’t see myself going cause I been
To condition to living here
So many pictures on the black top of
Black face I am lost in the maze of confusion

Can you tell me why I am living and
She is dying, why our children fight in
The street with machetes, and Riffle

Steven’s kingdom has come, sounds of
Riffle and drums….those are the only
Words I remember
Tell me when will you hear from my
People, tell me when you will hear
From the road
Holding
On to an ear drop of sun in the mouth
Of the night….like sweet melodies
I plagiarize myself with Sara’s words

Can you tell me when Africa will come home…..


When can I send her in to the distant land
To reclaim the life that was raped from her?

I see her crying for the lion of Judah
To save her from the temptations of self
Destruction and I can’t do anything about it.
I need help and there is no more tomorrow.

Please tell me when, we will stop flatten our
Hair and un-conditioning ourselves in the way
Of so called purity to look like something other than us
Queen’s make-up used to cover scares of brutality

All I want is a simple littler girl’s answer
When will Africa come home?
 

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