By: peter kivuti
Once Upon A time,
on a - Different time,
A child was born.
Pure..
Cardinal...
Truly virginal...
clean and black,
Really Black!
The Child now is Grown!
An adult and known,
and they fear their own,
brother, father, mother, sister...
... their own?
Now i lack ID,
I cruise with the ride,
to where the others Died
and fried without pride
by their own!
pure?
cardinal?
truly virginal?
clean and really black?
NO!
For my own chained me!
Mocked and abused me!
In their cellers they locked me,
-all for being me!
This child is stained!
A cannibal!
devouring its own...
masticating,
Swallowing...
Regurgitating...
Chewing...
Its Own!
No
No Black Child,
The Black is Gray!
Once Upon A time,
on a - Different time,
A child was born.
Pure..
Cardinal...
Truly virginal...
clean and black,
Really Black!
The Child now is Grown!
An adult and known,
and they fear their own,
brother, father, mother, sister...
... their own?
Now i lack ID,
I cruise with the ride,
to where the others Died
and fried without pride
by their own!
pure?
cardinal?
truly virginal?
clean and really black?
NO!
For my own chained me!
Mocked and abused me!
In their cellers they locked me,
-all for being me!
This child is stained!
A cannibal!
devouring its own...
masticating,
Swallowing...
Regurgitating...
Chewing...
Its Own!
No
No Black Child,
The Black is Gray!
1 comment:
Their own they did fear,
Their own they did not understand,
In their foolishness,
They cast their faces away,
That they may see not
The Pure
The Cardinal
Truly Virginal
Clean and Black
Was their own
They chose NOT to understand
They sought not the light
The light that he had seen
They sought to be understood
Not to understand
That their own needed freedom
Not a cell
A glimmer of hope
A flicker of light
Now they see
As seen in the day
By the pure,
Cardinal
Truly virginal
Clean and Black
Really Black
Is just him
Not stained
But Pure
Not Gray
Just Black!
Njoki
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