The Plead for Change

Change! Change!! Change!!! There was no response, Yet pleading for change not to change Growing up, I thought my generation and That of my children are going to be the best But now, I strummer and stagger Yes we all want change We don’t know weather The change will be positive or negative The change…

Pain: Who Am I?

Pain too has got beauty The beauty of pain is healing When healing comes Pain is not remembered Pain is not felt Pain too has got depth The depth of pain is lesson When lesson comes Pain is remembered Pain is felt Pain too has got malice The malice of pain is death When death…

She Seas

She will carry me away If I stare long And hard enough A wise old woman once whispered in my ear If I danced long and hard enough for the Sea She would dance into her waves laugh me into her warm endless depths that big, roaring laughter that shook the earth to its very…

The Broken Mirror: to teach people to hate themselves…

Who are you? I am Angel. No, really, who are you? I am George. Stop playing around! I am Hanson, Ferguson, Manson, Johnson, Ellison, I am… Zombie. Lost in the ways of my people, my identity, my heritage I am the soulless black-white being that haunts the screens of materialism in the face of my…

A Beating for Love

Your fist pounded my face In shock I stood there Not moving, not screaming The first time it happened You said you beat me because you loved me. You put the blame on me I don’t remember doing wrong Your gambling and drinking Your womanising and flirting Your problems and woes Were all my fault…

Let Me Enjoy Me

I Am Human Female Coloured Black Breathing bits of my sensibilities Let. Me. Be. Let Me feel Me and breathe Me And sip my beautiful self Taste my mind intoxicated by My thoughts Let Me enjoy Me And know how beautiful I can be The brown of my skin…a rainbow of brown Red yellow black…

But How Can I Be Me?

I am not who I want to be The only person in my way is me The lives of the ‘amour propre’ I see But how can I be me? I don’t want to die an arm candy I really want to be happy Happiness without being sappy But how can I be me? But…

Natural Woman

When was the last time you felt the warm scalp of a woman Run your fingers through her hair Twisted her natural locks through your fingers Or walked your fingers through the rows of braids Just like walking through fields of corn When did you see the true beauty of your African Woman? Or saw…

Roberta Turkson – Robbie Ajjuah Fantini

Roberta Turkson’s career in poetry started in 2011, as a way to drive the pain off her chest, after failing to fulfil the fondest dream of having her own traditional Ghanaian restaurant in Nashville. “With lots of time on my hands and pain in my heart, I took to writing which turned out to be…

Dear African Woman

Dear African Woman, If I haven’t told you that you are beautiful, you are. If I haven’t told you that your smile is lovely, it is. If I havent told you that your dark skin is more beautiful than the night sky, it is. Dear African Woman. Only you can understand what it means to…