Now that we are here, trembling with rage,
let us talk about a silence that throbs in the dark;
a fertile silence that crawls like a snake in a cage –
hissing – ‘I am blessed, my colour is NOT black’
Let us talk about black, where silence was born,
the black where you, we, come from
where, when all is done here,
you will be headed back…
into oblivion
stardust
poof
Also,
Let us talk
about common roots
and tender umbilical cords
strewn among the savannah soils
where the lion’s paws chant ancient rhythms.
Let’s talk about black, the stubborn stain that survives rains.
