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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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