TWO POEMS
By Gospel Okoro
BLACK BOY
black boy, black boy
skin so dark with kisses of tomorrow
body holding glass memories of yesterday
memories of your father exchange
lands for a piece of glass
memories of your mother exchange
ivory bracelets for gunpowder
memories of The Masters anger and deceit
memories of their claws biting into your innocence
black boy, black boy
skin, untold prophecies of the coming years
years our feet chained in in-dependence
in-dependence a choking thing around our neck
necks that once held the proof of a thousand years slavery
slavery, Africa's independence
black boy, black boy
palms breathing hard with labours past
maps to distant places
known only in moonlit night stories of elders under the ukàlà tree
black boy, black boy
black boy,
black,
boy
black boy, black boy
skin as fertile as the night skies
spreading beyond the West Sea into the Congo
black boy, black boy
black is beauty
black is strength
worship your ugly parts in freedom
there is beauty in darkness
BOY ON A TREE
On a tree,
I hear jungle drums;
speakers of the heart of ancient spirits, silent
at the boisterous waves of the West Sea.
The innocence of the sea is raped by the barrel of a gun
its bank now serve as a burial ground for slaves
and the market where women sold garri and beans
now turns to a commercial zone of skulls and bones.
On the tree,
I can see the lappa that kissed the twin milk goddess on my mother's chest
exchanged for a string of two cups hung on the shoulder
and my Father's goat horn exchanged for a piece of glass.
From the top of the tree,
I reach out to hold the blue sky
for light from the brutal hands of the boisterous waves of the West Sea.
Where is the birth of my heritage?
Gospel Okoro is an undergraduate of the department of English and Literary Studies in the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. A fiction writer, poet, and essayist, whose literary work has earned two online prizes and literary recognitions amidst publications.
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