Here comes a new day again
All of my friends are with me
For all that I have,
I thank you life…
She washes her hands
To clear the spreading germs of Imperialism
The African hands that ploughed the soul of the colonizer
My happiness is immeasurable
My emotions are running high
Giving me another reason to see the beauty
The dawn is broken by
Prayers from mosques that ring through empty skies.
When lonely infidels, sprout.
With red tumors, trumped only by blue bruises
From having spilled a grain of rice,
Here I am. I am living and dying.
I have a cloud over me as I walk through the halls of this school.
I am too numb to even plan ahead. Ahead I go.
To climb out of a mother’s womb
And plant the bitter kiss of betrayal
To furtively compose a song for Dad
And cry echoes into a torn drum’s shell
Pine needles dance with the wind
To taunt me,
Bushes crowned with lilacs breathe sweetness
To seduce me,
Does not have to be physical
is not only words,
is it critical,
affecting youths around the world.
People keep asking and asking
But they never know
That I don’t know,
They keep guessing and there they go.
A traveler looks for a home
Born with a name he could not choose,
Forever an outcast in his own land,
Seeks comfort in the unknown.
How do I fight injustice when I’m chained
with both visible and invisible chains?
How do I break the chains that enslaved
my mothers and fathers from Africa,