Son of the Sun
Applauses were even, numbers and faces were odd.
Clay was molded and fate washed her palm
Sentences were bold as my story was told.
One of a rusty heart of iron stitches
One of haggard feet of million hitches.
The flames danced bright and night was light
Chalices were of pumpkin and flutes of cane
Rites were roots, skins were dried and drums were drums
Arms were flags gliding on in the ululations
Chitenges were of savanna and tongues were of the zambezi.
Hisses were blisses and kisses were riches
Smiles were fireflies and pals were butterflies
Years had piled, miles were fat, feet was bare and dust lost lust
In kisses were riches and in stitchings were teachings
My fist rattled a straw in the condensed country breeze.
First of the sun and last of the sand
Of elephant heart and eucalyptus will
The tomb was torn, bones made skeleton and from earth crawled legacy.
This cage is sheath, these ribs cradle an epitome of the African Child.
Copyright © Kunda Chamatete | Year Posted 2017
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