to this day,
i celebrate
my history,
our story,
told and repeated
thru out the west islands of afrika
thru out the stoven and kitchens of brazil,
from mothers to daughters,
it is our ancient wisdom,
eventhough,the mother in afrika
neva met the mother in brazil,
neva met the mother in amerikkka
but their stories are the same
victims of this white patriarchal world
that devalues and debases our afrikan humanity
our way of life,
from Anastacia
to nanny
to BENEDITA DA SILVA
their stories neva been heard
who cooked and cleaned
for rich white folks
who babysat for their sick and dysfunctional children
i speak for my great grandmother,whose story
was neva told,
who was raped by portuguese man
and abandoned to her own destinity,
who raiseda girl on her own
during the 1900s in brazil,
white patriarchy created centuries of dysfunctional children
who the father hated it,because the child was victim of rape
and he saw the oppressor in this child,
not by choice,but by birth,
or by default,
christianity and rape went hand in hand,
how many priests didnt rape african girls and afrikan boys
in their coventry and churchs,
either believe in the cross or die by the sword
that was the jesuits anthem
this is rhyme and reason,
as i try to heal oppressors wound
and chase the ghosts that haunts me
when i heal ancetral wounds,
i know,i will be ultimately free,
how many women gave birth on those ships
how many women didnt die on those ships
how many people were thrown to the sharks
if they didnt want to do forced labour,
how many child was born with deffect in those ships
and thrown into the ocean floor
how many women were raped by their white masters
and out of love for that unborn child,
kept the child,eventhough she saw the man who raped
her in them,
my poetry has no rhyme,but i try to reason,
my reason doesnt make rhymes,
but it carries a message,
i love my people
and i love afrika,
yes,our beloved continent has some issues
and some of us,have issues and weho doesnt!
eye overstand,that we all are victims of this white paternalistic
and patriarchal society,
thats why some of us act the way we act
my love for my people is eternal and my love transcends time and space
my ancestors soeak to me,
i know the journey of returning home wont be easy,
but the struggle makes the man.
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