The Black Man

The Black man's sickness
Is like the whisperings from the dark fires of hell
It slowly damages his soul
He'll never be his own
Great power lies in the Black man's liver
But it flows mired unlike a river
Such is the ailment of the Black man
Tap your mind and he taps his wine
Pluck a fruit and he takes a stone
Ability is the Black man
To build pyramids and farms
But he dumps his thinking
In his faeces in the morning
I grin not at grubby paradigms
To present my Blackhood as bozo
Black is what i am

Talk Ancestry

Grief, bitterness, heavy tears
Heaved away from me
For shackles of chains drained my feet
To make it slender; thin
My red blood tears
Streamed my face; dried on my cheeks
I called, i screamed
You didn't hear me?

I was slaved; my hands, my feet
Physical. My heart, my mind free
You are chained in your mind, deceived
Your eyes veiled that you cannot see

Reflection

Read at radio universe, university of Ghana, 25th February, 2007.


So i came with my ten fingers
As destiny of tattered penury would have me
Between my mother's legs i saw light
I saw my Africa in deserted silence
I cried
Being born among stupid blacks
Hunger first
Then dry thirst
Poverty which hit me like death in the face
I cried
Being born among stupid blacks
But now i see a new light
My heart-splittered Africa
Was not stupid
My people misled me, not the white man
To think my woes was of the white man
The black man beamed with freedom
Yet he yelled at that white man
That white man.
I cried
Being born among stupid blacks
No more
I leave my tears
With yesteryears
Free from the thoughts of evil fears
Oppression, depression, suppression
But my regression
Blame the black man for the black man
Not the white man for my black land

Beauty

I was just thinking i should add this poem especially with the sort of love been expressed during the week. The nation (i don't know if it was world wide) declared it chocolate day in place of Valentine's day. I think that is far better. But it doesn't bring me on board because i don't know if it's African. I like the chocolate thing, but for the val... whatever, well it may be great too for people. I'm not in the mood anyway. But just thought i should add this for readers. Hope you think about it...

Thousand elements of black splendour
Shall shine into my heart
My love began in the inferno of death
And love plays me like and orchestra
But the harmony leaves me no breath

Love is like a toy soldier
We all fall and shimmer
Such reality is the beginning of your curse
That lingers even to your rebirth

Love dulls your brain
And leaves you sweet aches
But my love is like a nun
Ner beauty is impeccable with misfortunes

A Chat With Death

Read at radio universe, university of Ghana, today 18th February,2007. Feel free and read...

This usually i sadly see
The shackles of fear
That coldly have me drifting

Wrapped in the dirty coat of death
He descends silently like dew
And this truth full well i knew
When it comes with gaunt shivering
I'll be waiting

I had always seen him
In sickness; that grim crippling disease

But don't question his image
Neither that which he holds
His nakedness, hollowness, or rage
For his footprints are heavy, untraceable, and cold

But what do i cry
Life blossoms pressure and pain
So death my brother i embrace
Daily we smile; day and night