Grandmother! Our sage of our grandmother gathered us Beneath the big oak tree On a very beautiful night She began to sing: Born to gain or Born to suffer She began to utter to us coherently: Great men are sons of men Whose hearts are walls Weak men are sons of women Whose hearts are…
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…
Lip Prayer
Your lips are mine and mine are yours. May my lips forever glorify and honour you. May my lips be truthful to you. May my lips calm your blazing brow and bring healing to your aching muscles. May my lips mop up your tears. May my lips dry the sweat of your toil, from your…
Loving God
Have you ever fallen in love with the sea Loved her so fiercely Your orgasms are unending. Uncompleting. Unrestraining. Damn.. Love it when she’s mad When she reaches out in waves Tidal energies immobilise my senses I rise into her Deep into her Feel her heart beat In the middle of her vulvic ocean Motion…
The Small but Mighty
My dwelling place is the river The great oceans My storey building is the water body I breathe in the aqua like no other Freely I move To and fro, to and fro I do not have an enemy But people choose me as one I am lovely Nice looking I make palatable dishes Those…
Melanin Queen
Her hands by her side Head down Shoulders dropped and eyes fixed on an unknown prize She snails by in fear Fear of pointing fingers and heart breaking laughter Those words like a butcher’s knife swims through her melancholic melanin skin She wonders if Odomankoma (God) painted her in haste She has blood for tears…
Poetra Ama Asantewa Diaka
Poetra Ama Asantewa Diaka is as a young and combative Ghanaian artist, living between the African country and the US. She doesn’t want to be boxed into the definition of “poet” or “writer” – she rather describes herself as a “storyteller“, since the term “encompasses all the ways she can tell a story” – as…
Oh, Woman
Woman, I see a woman Everyday in the mirror I see a woman And everything I look at mama I see a woman Wonderful woman, mother of nature Chorus: Yeeea yea Beautiful woman, Yeeea yea Yeeea yea… Slowly the storyteller tells his tales His tales of an Eve molded out of a rib Specially made…
Ada
Our songs are fading I’m almost forgetting the steps to our favorite dance Our voices are losing their depth I can hardly hear your soothing breath Ever since I left our land In search of that Oyibo money You’ve lost that your wantenten love for me Remember all things we dreamed Our young love was…