Motherland
Motherland
Journeying into the unknown
Journeying into a deep soil
Into a trunk, which has been uprooted and stripped of its branches
Removed from its natural soil and thrust in cold and bitter climate
Of an unknown land
Motherland
We have come
We have survived
We have come to embrace our motherland
Motherland
Forgive me if I don’t understand
Nor speak my mother tongue
For we have been away for too long
Forgive me if I don’t answer when you hail at my name
For the name mista smith gave me
Has a different tone, an unfamiliar beat
To the name you persistently call me with
Like a frightened mother who screams for her lost child
And only to hear the echoes of her own voice
We were stolen
Captured like hunted antelopes
Only this hunter had no love
We were herded of onto a boat
And shipped of to an unknown destination
A land that had no sunshine
A climate that was so cold it cracked my soft skin
And offered no shea butter to grease my cracked wounds
Motherland
Forgive us if we do not bear our tribal marks
Forgive me if my hips do not move ceremoniously to the drumbeat
For I’m of mixed breed
Part British and Part Spanish
I am a descendant of a slave girl
A property that mista smith could enjoy a t his own convenience
A property that he could explore
Benefits of hips, and my upright breast
And the rhythmic of my waist-beads
Motherland
RAPE
I heard you cry out
RAPE
I cried back
Motherland
I was your untouched child
But I became part of mista smith property
Part of his wealth and livestock
And a property cannot be raped
Motherland
Hush, do not weep
For we have survived, we have journeyed home
Copyright © Afua Yeboah-Antwi | Year Posted 2006
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