Sunday, March 15, 2015


"Most men today cannot conceive of a freedom that does not involve somebody's slavery" - W. E. B. Du Bois

the gestation of a dream
inspires mind of heart; eternal realm
I saw your two soles stemmed as baobab barks,
branches of hands cut clean with alluvial gems
the torrential threats tossing torsos tracked
winds gathering like vultures on cold carcasses-
you swallowed under your wing
I saw you use your scars as a ladder
the well of your tears waited to impregnate countryside clouds
at the moody embrace of midnight mirage
You ironed out the wrinkles in your sail
You gunned for glory in a city of black ghosts 
where your scrolls were read through outcast eye of the sun
the ashes were swept through canon nostrils 
the gooey phlegm of imperialism pour at our feet
Africa, dying many times 
and the dirges still haunt us sleeping at the Polo grounds
using Nkrumah's bones as bed stands 
the cotton black wool of your hair as pillows
Padmore's marrows as strings in spread out sheets 
veteran soldiers who once laid down their gold coast lives
their lives their lives their lives their lives
sing lullabies lurid love stories of slavery 
internalizing the pain in sunshine rain
out here, I am also, like you..dreaming


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