First Born
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There are only white women around:
Awful fakes of white females
Reflecting an awful mass of ugliness:
And I want a lady
To mount the rostrum with
And declare to the world:
''Black is beatiful!''
Yes,
I want a black beauty queen
With ebony thighs and huge hips
With skin sweating blackness
And a face dark as the night
And bare breasts bouncing
Vigour and energy.
But my eyes, oh my eyes!
They don't see anything black;
It's only white skins and masks
Flashing past and slashing,
Destroying my sight so
I can't get what I want.
I cry and sing to them
The inbred tune of our people,
I shout to them in the black tongue
But no black sister hears me;
Only white masks I see.
I turn and weep upon myself
And then, only then I realise:
I am not black either.
.........********.......
My dear sisters, please learn something
it is
interesting poem in memorisation of Jwani Mwaikusa.
First Born
Awful fakes of white females
Reflecting an awful mass of ugliness:
And I want a lady
To mount the rostrum with
And declare to the world:
''Black is beatiful!''
Yes,
I want a black beauty queen
With ebony thighs and huge hips
With skin sweating blackness
And a face dark as the night
And bare breasts bouncing
Vigour and energy.
But my eyes, oh my eyes!
They don't see anything black;
It's only white skins and masks
Flashing past and slashing,
Destroying my sight so
I can't get what I want.
I cry and sing to them
The inbred tune of our people,
I shout to them in the black tongue
But no black sister hears me;
Only white masks I see.
I turn and weep upon myself
And then, only then I realise:
I am not black either.
.........********.......
My dear sisters, please learn something
it is
interesting poem in memorisation of Jwani Mwaikusa.
First Born