Poetry Corner 19 February 2018

Leave me unwashed - Tadiwanashe S. Mupfunya


Why don’t we drink our coffee black?
Dark chocolate is too strong!
Our skin looks like a mud puddle,
A dirty dirty pond of dung.
So, many feel contaminated,
And they set themselves on fire
For the world to envy the flame.
They drown in a tub of bleach,
Spend thousands and thousands,
Trying to abolish this germ.
Covering it up, watering it down
Staying indoors, swimming in woes,
Shaking it off,
But not to the African drum.
As every brown sistah turns into a yellow star
My voluptuous lips still utter the plea:
Please leave me unwashed.

 

 

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