Black

I balanced before the lord's table
Munching morsel of eba
Perhaps you called me a village boy
Is it because am not a vagabond of western delicacies?

Eyes redden 
Stomach strong
Gulping down an ocean of palm wine
You called me a palm tree, 
Is it because am too poor to stoop before champagne?

Upon the tablet of my couch
I assuage my nerves
Snoring with bed-bugs
Why laughed at me, is it because
Your father's name is Bugs?

As in the days of Adam we live
You called us baboons
Who are you to judge us?
With nudity your daughters paint the streets
Do you still called that civilization?  

You called me devil because am black
Thank God, your God is black.

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