Poetry By Africans: I

Poetry By Africans: I

Published on Fri, Aug 16 2013 by Web Master
Painting by Félix Vallotton. Via Museum Syndicate.
 
I.
 
I was born into this
broken world
with skin like
obsidian.
many poor souls
see that as
a curse
or misfortune,
 
but I
believe it to be
an extraordinary
gift.
 
My femininity
is a
sacred black magic
charm
I was bestowed upon
by
my ancestors:
 
it’s
divine power.
 
 
II.
 
I saw the last
five generations of
my people
coiled
into my hair;
 
the black jesus
showed
herself
in
my walk.
 
 
III.
 
It
seems you’ve been
caught
in the web
of
my shining darkness,
 
my soul
resonates
within
you
like the
blackest night you’ve ever seen:
 
terrifying
and mysterious.
peacefully quiet
and wicked.
 
I am
all these things,
and
more.
                          — Maya S. Adama

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