I Love Home

For those people who find laughter Such company Laugh like they are falling apart Or coming loose With tears gliding down their cheeks And these days all this on A mobile phone. For laughter that soars Echoing in every nook For laughter sprayed On blossoming bushes For laughter that escapes out of caves Rising to…

My Mother in Three Photographs

Her face looks out flawless her sexuality electric in a mini dress and sheer satin stockings the girls of the 1960s beautiful beyond belief. She is looking through the camera like her space is here and beyond enchanting and enchanted by the times when dreams of freedom were young the fortunes of Uganda hot and…

Mothers Sing a Lullaby

(after the 1994 Rwandan genocide) Mothers sing a lullaby As the dark descends on trees Shutting out shadows. The sensuous voices swish and swirl Around shrubs and overgrown grass Hiding mountains of decapitated dead And the glint of machetes That slashed shrieking throats. In these camps without happiness Mothers maintain the melody of life Capturing…

Third Eye Blinded

I see energy third eye blinking placing spirits into their constellations. We are all connected. See lines of light connecting the dots Its umbilical intuition. Walk into realms with my spiritual feet the reality of reality is but a distant memory. I walk through spiritual corridors and pay no heed to the drum drum drum…

Mooncycles

My heart is broken fragments disintegrate into sand laid upon a beautiful beach. My moon creates tidal waves to wash me away. What once intertwined between my licorice laced thighs? Now matted and sharp thorns grow there, where once my love lay to blossom. I am rotten. Heart wrenched like torn ligaments hanging from strange…

I Am

I am Mixed Race, Half Caste, Half Breed and Colored. Any way you look at it, His blood mixed with her blood, Mixed with their blood, To make our blood. And now all that blood runs through my children’s Tiny beautiful veins. We are the New bloods. African Bloods. We were colonized and reorganized yet…

Treason

How do I plead? Guilty. Today I committed treason. My eyelids separated before the birds could disturb the tranquility of the dark right after the morning star stood bright and firm. I took my gun, A BIC well-oiled with blue ink And my dog eared notebook And boom! I killed you Mr. President Emptying seven…

Sponging

Maybe you will be a chronicle that none reads except the one who makes the entry, Or you will be a Facebook post few will skim through their fingers automated to click the like button. I don’t know and cannot tell and don’t care what you will turn out to be because all I need…

I Am Black

You look at me and see: Black African Evil. You turn up your nose and like a pig, you snort… or is it a sneer? or maybe…just maybe… as you scurry away like a cockroach do you wonder what I am? I am Black I am African A child of the continent you once called…

When is it right to rape a woman

Why, Silenced cries Sealed behind doors of blame Her breasts linger out Like ripe mangoes Sending me invitations Her big thighs barely covered by Her skirt made my blood hot Her eyes said she wanted it A piece of my manhood Thrusting thrusting thrusting That’s when it was right When is it right to rape…