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The Black Teacher
Even if it rains
in white
snow,
I will shelter
my head
under a black
umbrella.
For the white
storm
that
splattered the
bones of
Nehanda and
Kaguvi,
i will always
dangle a black
pendent.
For the white
oriented
hatred
that
narrowed the
life of Martin
Luther Jnr,
I will smear
this black
powder on
my skin
to dwell in
rememberence
Even if it
pours in red
blood,
I will with
me carry a
black
umbrella.
For the black
dye that was
used
to die the grey hair of our
ageing
fathers for
sale in foreign
lands,
I will not
trade this
umbrella for a
penny.
For all the
fallen heroes
whose names
were never
written on
black
tombstones,
I will always
wear a black
beret in my
heart.
Call me black,
nothing is at
stake.
I take all the
bullets
if the sound
of the gun
keeps the
world awake.
Do not shed a
tear....
...the poem
just did-
Read-the-
poem-ALOUD
If you are
proud to be
black.
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