Fight Back
Fight Back
I brush my tongue every morning,
scrape bile with paste,
and flush the lingering venom
into the bottom of the sink.
I do not want to shrink you with mouth odour.
I suppose you tame your bushy attitude
with Caesar's blade,
in the hands of surgeons
who excise the tumour of ego.
Some from winter come; some from harmattan come,
breaking my marrow,
to use my fat as a sacrificial offering
to their airy gods.
Fight back when the world rolls upon you like Persian wheels.
Fight back when they seek to crush the Spartan in you.
Be pregnant with anger and contempt,
and deliver your wrath upon those
who would skin my pigment
and refurbish it with servitude, subjugation, and destitution.
~ Uche Chidozie Okorie
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